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pandawriterstuff · 4 years ago

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Pinehallow Summary & Character List

This is my main WIP, if I'm complaining about characters doing whatever they want, this is them.

Pinehallow Summary-Monty, an eleven year old boy who has spent most of his life traveling from place to place with his in-demand lawyer mother, Irene, is sent to live at his uncle's horse ranch because she thinks he needs roots. Used to nearly everyone but his mother not being around long enough to get to know, Monty is more than a bit uncertain about this. But in scrambling to find his place in a town different to anything he's ever known, he finds friends, both human and animal, makes discoveries, and even manages to foil a plot against Pinehallow Ranch itself.

Character List

Monty (Montgomery) Cade Waller- Main character, 11, white. Monty is curious, bright, and more than a little awkward. He has a tendency to state the obvious, which can be endearing or annoying depending on your perspective. Big vocabulary and grown-up way of speaking because he’s spent more time around grown-ups than other kids. He’s quietly stubborn, particularly when it comes to being told he’s wrong when he knows he’s right. Insecure about socializing and friendships because of constant moving and traveling. Can’t hold a grudge for the life of him, even when he likely should. He likes bugs, birds and turtles, would rather read nonfiction than a story. Fills lonely afternoons with sketching, nature sketching on the ranch.

Irene Waller- Monty’s mother, 36, white. Irene is a powerful corporate lawyer, either full of energy or exhausted, never in between. She loves using words to sway minds and deciphering documents to find exactly what the opposition doesn’t want her to find. Sometimes Irene wishes she was using her skills in more meaningful ways, but also really likes the money, the traveling, and the competition. Has an almost encyclopedic knowledge of show tunes from musicals. She has a hard time letting people get close. Would stab someone for her baby, but knows it’s better to teach him to stab for himself. Only partially joking. Dolly Parton is her hero, and as much as she loves her music, it’s Dolly the business woman and Dolly the philanthropist that she strives to emulate.

Keith Waller- Monty’s uncle, 34, white. Horse Rancher. Keith loves working hard and getting dirty, and if he’s not exhausted at the end of the day he’ll be looking for something else to push him there. Otherwise he gets antsy. Loves animals and absolutely will not tolerate anyone mistreating any of the animals on his ranch-ordinarily he’s very careful of his size and strength, in that situation, all bets are off. Times that by about ten for any of the ‘barn rats’ that help around the ranch for riding lessons/time. Loves romantic comedies and telanovas and doesn’t care who knows it. Keith doesn’t read a lot, it never came easy to him, but if he’s taking a long trip he’ll always check an audio book or two out of the library instead of just relying on the radio.

Juniper - Keith’s goddaughter, 15, white. She has a calm, confident personality with a smile for most everyone she meets. If she doesn’t have a smile for you and it isn’t because her head is in the clouds over a girl, you’ve probably earned her scorn and will be ignored as much as possible. Juniper raises rabbits and it’s taught her patience, and a lot about unfairness when a kit doesn’t make it. She helps out with riding lessons at the ranch in exchange for riding time of her own, and has become a fixture, spending more time there than she does at home, and when she can get away with it, school. Loves sunflowers and her sunflower comforter is probably her most prized possession.

Nell - Caretaker/cook for the ranch house(would cooking lunch for the workers still be a thing on a modern ranch?). 38, white(?). Not about to put up with nonsense. Will make you cookies if she doesn’t have to put up with nonsense. Please. At one point she wanted to be a chef and has a year of culinary school under her belt, but quickly decided the super fast paced and competitive environment wasn’t for her. Anything that was making her hate one of her favorite things that fast could not be good for a person. She intends to live a long, long life and that kind of stress can just walk right out of the door. Loves to go on long walks, often into the hills (BLM land) behind the ranch. (maybe she was taught/took a class on foraging, and teaches Monty to find wild onions and stuff? But this would mean *I* have to learn about foraging in Idaho.) This leads to a contented, if often silent, companionship between her and Monty, who desperately wants to explore/record/sketch everything about the natural world of his new home, particularly the parts that are off limits to him without an adult along.

Ray- Family Friend/Co-Owner of R & M General (designed to feel vintage, but shiny. Bit of a tourist stop now, they decided to lean into it.), 50, Black. He uses his background in chemistry to make amazing looking candies and chocolates, using that to deal with a time he used it in less pleasant ways when he was in the military. He never expected anybody outside of his small town, or maybe the folks at the county fair to make so much fuss over them. This might embarrass him, if he weren’t so delighted. A cheerful man with a dreamer’s heart, a magazine once referred to him as a small town Willy Wonka. He dotes on his wife, often making and gifting her small surprises. An amputee in honor of my Grandpa (missing left leg at the knee, possibly missing one arm as well, but I’m not sure how that would affect candy making.). Has certain parts of his past he just doesn’t talk about.

Mavis- Co-Owner of ____ with Ray, 48, Black. Fierce and kind in equal measures, Mavis believes in protecting what’s hers, and as far as she’s concerned the entire town of (oh my god, it needs a name) is included in that. Mavis is very selective about the battles she fights, but when she chooses one she throws herself in whole-heartedly. On several committees around town, she’d be on more, but then she wouldn’t have enough time to really get into the work of the ones she loves. She knits in her limited free time, often while listening to the news, but sometimes opera. Has started knitting stuffies in the shapes of the more unusual candies Ray makes, it’s silly, but fun, and tourists and the local kids love it. Still head over heels for Ray, even though his often dreaming about things for ages instead of just doing them is also still baffling to her.

Leanna - Juniper’s sort-of girlfriend, 15, Vietnamese. Quiet, a little cynical, but very empathetic. She avoids the news because it’s that or be mad and want to cry all the time-until she hears about something she can’t not research, and goes on a 24 hour google search and learns far more than is probably good for her about a species going extinct due to logging in prohibited areas, or genocide being covered up by claims of violent uprisings. She loves manga and comics. Leanna sometimes tries for a cottagecore* type aesthetic, but mostly thinks it's too much work. She’s starting to worry about what she’s going to do with her future, and people telling her that she’s only 15 and doesn’t have to worry about it yet is NOT HELPING.

*even though cottagecore isn’t a thing in the early-mid 2000s this is maybe/vaguely set in. Shh, let me have this. Anne of Green Gablesesque maybe?

Winnie - Leanna’s mom, 45, Vietnamese. Widow? A little ditzy, but a lot loving. Everyone in town is convinced she’s the stoner type of hippy, but no one minds as she’s someone who truly wants to know how you’re doing when she asks and strangely almost always has very spot on advice. She’s rarely on time anywhere, but that’s because she’ll have stopped to talk, and often to help, whoever she’s run into. Leanna and her bicker over this when she’s late picking her up. Always wears bright colors. Loves Agatha Christie books. Calls everyone, even people 50 years older than her, hon.

Logan - Juniper’s stepdad, 40, white. Kind of a jerk, but most of the jerky things he says are actually jokes that fall flat or have simply gotten old. Tries really hard, like *really* hard, but has a tendency to get annoyed if people don’t appreciate his efforts right away-more in his personal life than professional, possibly because of his profession. A contractor, hard worker, loyal, has worked for the same company since he was twenty even though they don’t often treat him right. Sometimes tries to buy people’s affections. Wants to have better communication with Juniper, but it’s gotten really hard the last few years and he’s never quite sure why.

Candice - Juniper’s Mom, 39, white, works at a nursery that sells seedlings and baby fruit trees, has a cheerful, calm personality, but a lot softer and more lowkey than Juniper’s version. Very house proud, but has a ‘maximalist’ approach to decorating-everything is in its place, but there are places for lots of things. Loves spending time outdoors, but would rather spend it tending her garden than hiking or riding, preferably with a cup of tea by her side. On the weekends, a fruity beer or wine instead. Wants to go on one of those train rides where you get to drink wine, eat canapes and try to solve a mystery, thinks Winnie might be a good candidate for someone to go with her.

Ura - a ‘barn rat’, 12 and a half, white(maybe a Czech immigrant? 2nd generation?) . A cheerful, rough and tumble boy who is always climbing things, and often being told to stop when he gets too high for other people's comfort. Ura is fearless when it comes to physical feats, but has a fear of ‘slimy’ things like worms and frogs. He has a thick layer of pudge and a big appetite, but is athletic and strong enough that anyone bullying him over it would be doing it at their own peril. Not that he’s the type to start fights, or even finish them most of the time. Doesn’t feel he quite fits in with his family, who are all more serious, reserved people. Redwood is his favorite of the horses, and Keith has all but given up on telling him that sitting on the floor of Red’s stall to talk to the horse isn’t exactly safe.

Elliot - Ray and Mavis’s son, Black, 19 and a college student-maybe/probably at U of I. Lives on campus, but comes home at least a couple weekends a month. Has an older car that he and Ray fixed up together, that is his pride and joy. Quiet, with an irreverent sense of humor that he unleashes somewhat at random. Interested in robotics, engines and mechanics and generally has some project he’s working on, a piece of which may or may not be in his pocket. Often has oil, grease, or ink on his hands, either from working on or designing a new project. A bit of an overachiever, he can spread himself thin trying to live up to all his responsibilities at once. He’s best friends with Randy, a friendship his parents want to disapprove of, because the few times Elliot’s gotten into trouble not only was Randy there, but 99% of the time whatever it was is Randy’s idea, but never quite manage too.

Randy - Handyman at the ranch, mixed race Hispanic and white, 21. Technically head handyman, because the old head retired six months ago, and is a little young/inexperienced for the job, but he’s not the type to back away from a challenge and has risen to the occasion beautifully. Loves rock and metal music, and spends a lot of his free weekends at concerts, the ones crammed into little venues and bars where people are practically on top of each other and the beat is so loud and solid it throbs through you, connecting you to everyone even before you hit the mosh pit, are his preference. He’s been working at the ranch since he was 16, and feels like he has a claim on it, not afraid to speak up if he thinks a decision Keith is making isn’t right or that he isn’t taking something important into consideration. Can be a bit wild when he’s not being the responsible one, definitely doesn’t always think before he acts.

Alma - Local artist/worker at R & M’s, Hispanic, 25. Alma is a painter and poet, a confident young woman who’s figured out that half of surviving as an artist is being your own agent/a salesperson as well, and in addition to several shelves at the R & M that hold postcard prints of many of her pieces, both the coffee shop and cafe have some of her larger paintings displayed, and she always has a booth at the Saturday market, though the majority of her sales come from her website. Alma is cheerful, and likes to tease, and growing up the middle child of four brothers, is very able to hold her own in verbal sparring. She’s close with her family, still living with her parents, and while at first her father was dismayed at her choice of career, he now hands out her business card to basically everyone he talks to.

Miriam - Nell’s Mom, white, 71, a little deaf, speaks loudly, partially because of the deafness, partially because she spent too long letting other people push her around and when she hit about 50 decided she was going to be the one talking over people now. She’s earned it. Age has made her more delicate than she likes, bruising and scraping easily, but she’s determined to do most things for herself. Those that are beyond her she has no problem loudly ordering someone else to take care of. Volunteers a lot, often fosters kittens for the local animal shelter. Used to chain smoke, quit when Nell was a teenager because she kept leaving pictures of diseased lungs everywhere. Still uses the candy ones as a substitute.

Places

Unnamed Town- Somewhere in Latah County, Idaho, where there is not already a town in the way. Around 200 years old and has grown and shrunk and grown again, and currently has a population of about 12,000. Having grown out from a traditional mainstreet, _______ no longer has the western style boardwalk seen in old pictures, but it does have a large cluster of local businesses and ‘hot spots’ still along that old main street, a coffee shop, a diner, a combination bookshop and independent library, a hardware store, a bar, a few places I haven’t thought of yet, and of course R & M General. There is a historical barn half a mile or so away from mainstreet that has been converted into a theater/meeting hall/dance hall, and a community center was added onto it in the early 90’s. During the summer there is a farmer’s market on the property every Saturday. The elementary school and junior high are all on one property, several miles out of town, because the majority of families live on farms, ranches or small rural properties rather than in one of the neighborhood clusters in the town itself. The junior high is 7th, 8th and 9th graders, in a newer two story building, and the elementary school is divided into lower and upper elementary with the bracket shaped building basically being cut in half, K-3 on one side and 4-6 on the other. The high school is outside of town on the other side by several miles, and actually serves kids from another town(s) as well. There is also a trailer park with about forty units, not exactly sure where it is yet, but Miriam(Nell’s Mom) lives there. There is also an animal shelter, a vet’s office, a cemetery, and a couple churches, and I’m sure more things to come.

R & M General (working title?)- Ray and Mavis’s store, a general store with a candy focused twist. A vintage Pepsi sign, neon still bright, and a charming green glass juke-box filled with hits from the 1940’s onward grace the front porch of the R & M, along with a long bench that locals are encouraged to use for a spell or to listen to a couple songs, provided they can behave themselves (teenagers arguing over who their favorite member of the rat pack is might be amusing, considering they were already ‘mom and dad’, or at least older brother and sister, music by the time Mavis and Ray were teenagers, but when they get loud it also gets annoying.). The store itself still has the original wooden counter up front and built-in shelves along the walls, but all refinished and polished to a high shine. A mixture of display types going down the middle of the store, barrels and baskets filled with skeins of colorful yarn and cloth or Mavis’s knitted stuffies(and during winter sometimes socks and mittens), other sewing and craft supplies, display racks with local arts, postcards and carvings, sometimes wind up toys made by Elliot, and of course many, many displays of candies and chocolates. They also have a lot of dry goods, and some of the simpler candy types have little instruction booklets and the ingredients it takes to try out making them yourself stocked in the same display, drink coolers, and sometimes have local produce available. Basically, they have a bit of everything, except for building equipment/home repair supplies, and that’s because of the hardware store across the street.

Pinehallow Ranch-A sprawling 100 acre ranch in Latah County, Idaho where the Waller family has been doing something or other with horses for four generations now. Originally it was a horse breeding ranch, but Keith and Irene’s grandfather felt the money was in training horses, and offered boarding as well, and Keith has continued to build that up, offering lessons for a variety of styles, ages, and skill levels. Butting up against BLM land that allows additional grazing and trail riding, the ranch has four pastures, a large corral, a medium sized indoor arena and two horse barns, one for boarded horses and one for the ranch's own stock, and an equipment barn, an old bunkhouse that is mostly used to store feed-though Randy has slept there when in between places, mostly unbeknownst to Keith-and some smaller equipment sheds, placed where they’re needed. The main house is an L-shaped ranch house with a porch that goes around the entire long front of the house with a large herb/kitchen and rock garden arranged around that. There are treed pockets scattered here and there, left alone as the rest of the ranch was developed, but the creek Monty and Juniper sometimes hang out at is on BLM land, as is most of the forested area around the ranch.

Pinehallow Taglist @sleepysera @enchanted-lightning-aes @odysseywritings @thegreatobsesso @writing-is-a-martial-art and @hiitsolivia If anyone else wants to be added just interact with the post :) (My more advanced tumblr knowledge has led me to believe this is better than asking people to reblog/comment to be added, but if I'm wrong just let me know.)

#character list #oc list #someday I'll do a proper series introduction #and an introduction for me #but today is not that day #pinehallow ranch #original writing #I tend to build my world around the characters #backwards I know

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bluedemon1995 · 3 years ago

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Thursday, April 21: Hades & Persephone

After Katie went back to her room I slid to the floor of the hall and prepared to wait for Shiro to return. Except the door reopened and Katie was cackling-“What are you doing dork? Forget your key?”

Keith sighs, he knows he’ll never hear the end of it. He looks up slowly, “Yeeah, well it wasn’t my idea to come out of my room either so, you can’t fault me. Look can you please put some dry clothes on before you get sick!”

Keith had quickly averted his eyes when he caught sight of her shirt plastered to her. But for whatever reason, he knew that image would be imprinted in his brain forever. He took a long steady breath, “Seriously, don’t get sick cuz you know Kolivan will make you work for home. His plan for the next 3 months is crazy.”

Red-faced she nodded. “Yeah promise just get your damn ass in here. You can wear one of Matt’s shirt. Plus there’s a cool show on the History channel that should be starting soon.”

Keith nodded and closed the door as she shuffled to the bathroom. He looked around the room, which was identical to his…if an explosion went off. Honestly he has no clue how this place got this messy in such a short time. Shirts, hats, shorts and even tools???

Not feeling comfortable sitting on the bed, he gingerly moved a bag and sat on the lone chair in the room near a desk. Looking he sees a gaming laptop that is nothing like he has ever seen before. It looked heavy and pretty banged up but not a typical brand. It looked like she crafted it together, like a mad scientist. The mouse was different too. He leaned close to have a shirt hit him in the face.

Ugh, “Hey-be nice.”

He stood and pulled off his black T-shirt, grabbing the dry one, when he caught Katie’s avid gaze, he could feel his cheeks heat up, and quickly pulled the dry one on. He coughed, “So um, is your show on?”

Silence.

Um, what the heck? “Katie? Show?”

She nodded, “Oh yeah, the channel is already on we just need to up the volume. C’mon have a seat, the chair is at a bad angle.”

Keith looked at her, carelessly tossing clothes to the other bed, and froze. Um, sit on a bed together? God, what a bad idea.

So of course he sat down near the foot of the bed. Unfortunately, Katie, said he was in the way, so he took off his shoes and leaned against the headboard, right next to her. Keith tried to focus on the show so he started asking her questions.

It was some Greek mythology show that debated fact versus fiction. As they chatted, he felt himself relax. And he found himself slowly moving closer to her, with both of them closer to the middle of the bed than they were before.

After the first few stories, he felt her lean her head against his shoulder. He tried not to move so she wouldn’t be jostled. He didn’t want her to move. He liked being this close to her. Feeling her laugh or even her scoff at a fact that she did not agree with…it was nice. She was cold when she first sat down, but now, she was warm, relaxed and comfortable. In part because of him. It was nice. Even when her cold feet wormed their way under his legs…it was nice. He was being useful in the most basic manner but he liked it.

Closing his eyes for a second, he inhaled the remnants of rain in her hair, which really brought out the shampoo, as well as her own unique scent. He absently hoped they guys took their time. Got gas. Washed the van. Whatever. He just wanted more of this.

Suddenly she was nudging him, “Hey, this is one of my favorite ones! Hades and Persephone. Ya know the love story.”

Keith laughed, “Love story? I dunno, I always felt sorry for him.”

“Huh? Why?”

Keith thought about how to put it into words. Words that would not make him emotional or seem…weak. Because he wasn’t. But, ironically, he sympathized with Hades. “Yeah, um, so, Hades, got screwed by his family, and yeah is a god but he got the crappy location. And yeah, he falls in love but she always is running away. Ya know, people think he’s mad at her for running away.” Keith pauses and tried to keep his voice even. “But he’s not. He’s scared. Scared she will leave and never come back. Because who would ever want him. He’s damaged goods. An asshole. So, he shows his anger because well, it’s all he knows.” Silently adding, it’s better than crying.

He waits for her response. What will she say?

Suddenly Katie mutes the tv. Surprised he meets her somber gaze.

“That’s funny. I always assumed that she loves him just as much as he loves her. I buy into the theory that she was in the flower meadow alone, feeling restless, thinking. Is this my life? Isn’t there more? More than duty? Obligation? But her mom needs her, and loves her. So she stays. Unsatisfied. Lonely. Then she meets this edgy stranger. And is whisked into a world she doesn’t know or understand. But it’s new and different. But she’s always safe because HE would never let her get hurt on his watch. She loves all of him. But she knows that she has work to do. So she does it but ALWAYS returns. Even if he thought he had to trick her. HA! She ate them so he’d feel secure but she was always going to come back. Cuz they fit.”

Keith blinks. His heart is beating so fast in his chest that he doesn’t know what he should do.

He knows what he wants to do though.

#kidge #keith kogane #katie holt #keith x pidge #keith and pidge #pidge and keith #voltron #fanfiction #alternate realities #kidgeweek2021 #pidge #pidge x keith #otp #hades #persphone

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 109

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“Relax. It’s Mami”

Keith had forgotten how to walk. Like when you’re being examined by a doctor and they tell to you walk normally but in that exact moment you have no memory of this walking normally business

“It’s because it’s Mami. What’s if she hates me?”

Lance swatted Keith hand away from here he was trying make his jacket collar sit properly

“Dude, you are the son she always wanted. I’m the son she got stuck with”

“But I got her son pregnant. I took your virtue...”

“You mean you railed my arse into next year as you knocked me up? I’m pretty sure she knows how that first bit works”

Lance was stressing now they’d arrived. He’d been stressing picking them perfect flowers, the stressing when Keith had to pull over so he could throw up. He was nervous, Lance was stressed, this was going to go great

“Babe, you’re getting cranky”

“Because she’s my mum... do you know how I worked to sleep through not having this conversation?”

“I knew you were faking!”

“I’m weird enough... oh, god. I hope she doesn’t ask how I’m supposed to give birth. I don’t even know how it’s going to come out!”

Keith hung his head. They weren’t even out the car park and they were both acting like fools

“You wanted to see Mami. We’re going to see Mami”

Lance whined softly at him, tugging on Keith’s left arm

“I know... let me nervous”

“I’m nervous too. I’ve still got work after this an a fear I’m about to be orphaned again”

“Mami’s not going to keel over!”

“I didn’t say she would. I meant more like she’d boot me to the curb and take her walker to my head”

Lance nodded, an action that wasn’t exactly reassuring

“Babe!”

“What? I could see her doing that, but not to you”

“Your reassurance fills me with confidence”

“Mami loves you, it’ll be fiiiiiiine”

It was fine for Lance. He’d had 45 years with Mami. Keith also had the suspicion his boyfriend had jerked off in the shower. Lance didn’t usually take 10 minute showers, not unless they were fooling around. Having a vampire for a boyfriend did give him the advantage when it came to shower sex. None of this not so sexy freezing his arse off. He missed shower sex... Now Lance was dressed neatly in black skinny jeans, a white dress shirt and cardigan. Keith dressed also in black skinny leg jeans, though he wore a black button up shirt and his leather jacket... he kind of looked ready for his inevitable funeral.

Signing them in, Lance managed to spell his own name wrong. Starting with a “K” instead of an “L”. Yeah. This was going to be a long trip. He’d already walked into the doorframe, after pulling instead of pushing. Keith scrubbing his face with his hand in secondhand embarrassment, then feeling his stomach bottom out once they got to the sign in book. Lance didn’t seem to have noticed that Luis was signed in. Keith didn’t know if he could possibly keep his temper if Luis so much as breathed. Not with how protective of Lance he was feeling. He’d fucked up so badly, and was determined not to let Lance feel like that again.

Following Lance through the centre, Miriam was sitting at one of the activities tables playing cards with Luis and a man he didn’t recognise by name, but knew from his looks exactly who he was. Marco. The middle brother. Okay, so it might be wrong, but if Lance ever grew older he hoped he looked more like Marco than Luis

“Mis hijos!”

Mami dropped her hand of cards down, Luis sighing. Marco pushing his chair back as he rose to his feet. He was smiling... smiling wasn’t awful? Lance stalled beside him, mumbling softly

“Marco...”

“Been a while baby brother... Time’s been kind to you”

“I didn’t know you were back”

And just like that Lance was on guard again

“Mami talks about this place so much that I thought I’d see if for myself”

“Marco!”

Luis scolded his brother, the way he said the man’s name said it all

“Would you three stop it. Keith, so good to see you again. Come sit by this old lady. These two cheat at cards”

Fucking awkward as fuck. Without Lance explaining that “mijo” was a contraction of “mis hijo” he wouldn’t have got what the extra “s” was on about.

Towing Lance around the table, Keith snagged an empty chair for his boyfriend. His Mami hadn’t really said hello to Lance, Lance looking very lost as Keith sat him between him and Miriam purely to keep him from sitting closer to his two brothers. Marco asking

“Sooooooo, who’s this?”

He even sounded like Lance. Like an older Lance. Dressed casually, Marco seemed to be “beach bum” personified with his Hawaiian shirt over his blue single, and his black board shorts. Around his neck was a single necklace, a ring and small carved surfboard pendant on the chain. Mami smiled proudly

“This is Keith. Isn’t he handsome? Our Lance snagged a good one when he snagged him. Keith, this is Marco. His not as cranky as Luis but he has his moments”

Marco held his hand out, Keith forced to take it, his fingers nearly crushed in the firmness of the handshake. Marco definitely testing him. He wasn’t about to be scared off. He was there to see Miriam, with Lance, who really needed his mother right now. Marco released his hand, eyes on Lance

“Damn, man. You haven’t changed a day. Bet you love looking like that. I turn my back and you’ve gone and got yourself a boyfriend”

“Marco, you leave Lance be. He’s only been out of hospital a couple of days and doesn’t need you being bratty”

Marco raised his hands in defeat, shaking his head. He really was so much like Lance that it bordered creepy

“Didn’t mean anything by it. Just saying dating a vampire isn’t everyone’s thing. It’s been years, Mami”

Casting a glance to Lance, Mami’s flowers seemed in danger. Plucking the bouquet out of Lance’s hands, Keith placed it on the table, before taking Lance’s hand in his

“It’s fine. I know about Lance being a vampire. I’m a Vatican approved Vampire and Werewolf hunter based here in Platt”

Two could play this game. Luis crossed his arms, feathers ruffled as he was knocked down a peg

“That’s a thing?”

“Yep. I don’t scare easily, though Lance isn’t scary at all, are you, babe?”

Lance stared down at their hands. Maybe Keith was taking it too far by not letting himself be bullied. Mami didn’t care

“Keith has been so good for Lance. Plus, he’s such a hottie. All the ladies here are in love with him and Lance. Both of them very patient with us old geese”

“Some of us have all the time in the world”

Lance pushed his chair back at Luis’s comment

“Sorry, I need to use the bathroom”

That could have gone better. Keith should have followed him, but Mami gave him a look that told him to stay put as Lance walked away

“Must you antagonise him? Both of you. That was unacceptable. Marco, I thought you’d know better. Now, I’m disappointed in both of you. Keith, would you mind bringing those flowers along. I can see it in your eyes that you and Lance have something you need to tell me”

Luis wasn’t happy

“You see them more than you see us... Marco tried to see you last week and now we find out Lance was in hospital. You owe us an explanation”

“Your brother was in an accident. The details of which I don’t believe I should tell you lest you hold it over him. I’m old and I’m tired, Luis. You all used to be so happy when you were younger. Marco, I’m sorry, dear, but you’re as much to blame. Now, you can come back tomorrow. Keith and Lance have to come to visit, it’d be nice if the next time we all see each other if you could make the effort to be mature. We could have had a nice game of cards. Keith would make an excellent strip poker player”

Miriam winked at him. Keith felt kind of weird about being designated the family stripper. Mami didn’t let anyone hold her back... and any thoughts of feeling bad about interrupting the game went out the window when both brothers had gotten snarky

“Sorry, Keith, maybe next time, bro. I’d love to know how my brother snagged you”

Luis didn’t look pleased but that wasn’t unusual nor was it his problem. His problem was his pregnant boyfriend that couldn’t deal with this not so touching reunion

“Lance will be in my room, no need to fret”

Lance was indeed in Mami’s room. Sitting on her bed he was staring at family photo. Shuffling over with her walker, Mami sat herself down next to him, Keith awkward as he held her flowers

“You didn’t run far”

Lance snorted at his Mami

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting to see Marco after so long”

“He’s staying with Luis at the moment. Something to do with that job of his. Now, I know you and Keith are hiding something from me...”

Miriam took the photo frame from Lance, smiling as she ran her fingers over the glass

“... you kids were always such trouble. Always getting into scraps and coming home with bruises... Those days are my fondness memories...”

“That one was taken in Cuba, wasn’t it?”

Mami nodded

“Shortly before we left... Do you remember it?”

“I remember Aunt Sarah calling all of Gerald and praying for our souls... It was the first time I heard Veronica say “fuck”, but I’d already started to forget before the bite”

Mami chuckled

“Veronica had some very strong opinions of moving here. She’s still as stubborn and wild spirited as she was as a little girl”

“Veronica ran the household like an army general, Mami... I remember times when you had no idea what to do with her”

“But we never stopped her from being herself or encouraging her. Now, tell this old bird what’s going on. Both of you look more jumpy than a cat with worms”

Keith wasn’t sure what that had to do with things, Lance sighing at his Mami

“Mami, you know how I’ve been going through some stuff since I fed on Keith... well... something else has happened”

“You can’t fool me into thinking it was just an accident. Now spit it out, I’ve only got so long in this world and I’d like to hear what you have to say before I pop off the mortal coil”

Lance sighed again. Usually Mami was much softer but he knew she was worried about her baby boy

“Well... I’m pregnant”

Mami let out a chuckle, Lance looked kind of hurt. Keith finally moving over to place the flowers down on Mami’s bed, feeling overly protective of his boyfriend

“It’s not a joke, Mami. Lance is a special type of vampire... that’s why he was in hospital at VOLTRON”

Mami placed the photo down beside her, before placing her hand on Lance’s

“My dear boy... at this stage I thought nothing in the world could surprise me... Has Coran confirmed it?”

Lance reached for Keith’s hand, Keith half hugging his boyfriend as he answered for the both of them

“Yeah... Lance had a bad reaction to contraceptives and when Coran tested his blood. He’s had an ultrasound and has another in a couple of days...”

Mami squeezed Lance’s hand, his boyfriend still wouldn’t look at her

“Now the both of you have baby jitters... My sweet boys. A baby is nothing to fear. You should have seen Lance’s father. He was beside himself, a mess of excitement and worry. He didn’t know what to do. Things were very different then. You got on did what you had to do around it, but he was very careful. Worried I was made of glass. Absolutely infuriating, I’ll tell you”

Tearfully Lance asked her softly

“How are you okay?”

“Lance, you’ve been a vampire a long time now. I’ve seen many things and met many people. This baby might have come as a shock, but you’re my precious son. We’ve come this far together. How far along are you now?”

Keith forced himself to ease back, to let Lance say whatever it was he needed to tell his mother

“About 5 weeks...”

“Ah, still very early, and very early for you to find out. And you want to keep it?”

“I... yeah... I think but I nearly lost it once”

“Close calls can be quite scary. I nearly lost Rachel... but you, you were always a fighter. As soon as you could move you were off and moving, my little Lance”

“You never told me about Rachel”

“Ah... it was harvest season, I collapsed in the heat. Jorge was beside himself... You worry too much about me, and not nearly enough about you. How do you feel?”

“Tired. I’m sick of throwing up, but Coran says I have to keep eating for the sake of the baby”

Mami moved her hand from Lance’s to wrap her arm around him, Lance leaning into her as she kissed his hair

“He’s a wise man, that Coran. Always been happy and always been very proud of you. He’s told me all about the soft spot he has for you. You better be listening to him”

“Yes, Mami. And Keith...”

His Mami let out a soft chuckle

“How is the dad to be? I expect you’re feeling first baby jitters more so than Lance here”

“He is. He’s doing all he can, but I lost my shit at him earlier”

“That’s because it’s a very emotional time for the pair of you... You need to talk. You might feel awful about the things that need to be said, but there’s no room for misunderstanding when there’s a baby to consider. Jorge and I got into some pretty bad fights, he was convinced he’d drop one of you on your heads or leave you in the chicken pen. He was wonderful when you kids were little. You all made him so happy. You made me so happy. Has the morning sickness started?”

“Not really... just, you know, I can’t eat without it coming back up”

“Ahhh... yes. You’re rather limited with your diet. Growing a baby takes a lot of time and patience. Some days you feel like the world is against you. Some days you don’t want to move at all. Some days you’ll find the smallest of things bringing you to tears, but it’s all worth it to hold your baby for the first time... I’ll never forget holding you. You were so active, then so quiet when you came out. After 4 kids, you practically walked out the door... There wasn’t any of this pelvic floor business when I was birthing you. Now, when’s this ultrasound?”

“On Tuesday... do... can you be there?”

“I can, if that’s okay with Keith. He’s the one who’s going to be there more than I ever could”

“Don’t say that... Mami... I’m so sorry... I... fucked up everything and... I... wasn’t going to tell you until after the scan and I’m scared I’m going to lose it... I’m not normal”

“You stop that, you hear me. You’re my precious boy with a heart too big for this world”

“But... won’t this make things complicated?”

“You leave that to me. I might be old but I can still whip your siblings into shape. Never underestimate an old woman and her slippers”

Lance snorted, nuzzling into his Mami

“I still live in fear of those pink slippers of yours. I’ll never forget the time Rachel poured nail polish on the mat in the living room...”

“That girl was a terror. The stories I could tell. Her sneaking out to see her latest boyfriend. She never thought we knew until your father nailed her window shut”

“I remember that. She came in through my room...”

“And you both got the slipper for it. You’re going to be okay, mijo... and you too, Keith. This baby might not have been planned, but you’ll grow together, learn together. I feel it in my waters”

Keith didn’t have these stories like Lance did... He felt out of place. Krolia didn’t know, and he doubted she’d be supportive, like Mami was. He found himself asking

“How do you stop being scared?”

“That one takes some time. Take day step at a time, and don’t forget to love each other along the way. All couples fight. No couple is as perfect as they seem, but it’s what you do after you fight. There’s nothing more important than an apology. Don’t let the things fester between you. And when you’re in doubt drawn comfort and strength from each other. You see the best in each other that you yourself might not think is there. My son found happiness in you, and you and in he. Things won’t always be easy, but approach them as a team and your troubles won’t be so bad. You’re a kind man, Keith. You remind me of my Jorge. I bet you’ve been panicking over this as hard as Lance, feeling like you’ve done something horribly wrong. You haven’t. You’ve made an old girl like me happy by showing this one he’s not the monster he thinks he is. Heavens knows how stubborn he is”

“He is pretty stubborn”

“All of them were. Now, come here and give me a hug. You look terribly uncomfortable standing like that”

Mami always gave the best advice. Working her magic on both of them. Lance holding Keith’s hand with both of his as they walked back to Shiro’s car. When he’d seen Marco interacting with Keith, he’d felt jealous. Luis wouldn’t touch Keith with a ten foot pole and then some, Marco shaking his hand as if it was his right. Resting his head against his boyfriend’s arm, he felt better for seeing Mami. He hoped Keith did too... He’d really lost his shit at him before and was mortified over all the yelling he’d done.

“I wish I didn’t have to get back to work”

“I wish you didn’t either. You didn’t even have time to take a nap”

Keith sighed at him. His boyfriend had something to say and wasn’t saying it to him or to Mami. Lance guessing what it was

“You’re thinking about Krolia, aren’t you?”

“Why didn’t Mami ask about her?”

“Because she knows that’s your business. She wants you to feel ready to talk to her when the time is right”

“I don’t know how I’m going to tell her”

“We can do it together? Or we can have Mami there? Or if you want you can talk to her alone. I’ll support what you choose”

“I don’t know what to choose”

“Then think about it. Let me know when you know, or if it happens, I won’t be mad”

“You were pretty mad this morning”

Lance blushed in shame

“I was a total shit to you. I really wasn’t cool at all”

“You have a lot going on”

“Not as much as you do. It’s hard seeing you scared and I know you close down, but it...”

“Was hard?”

Lance nodded

“Yeah. I mean... like whenever we’re together we’re always touching, and then you didn’t want to touch me there and I freaked out thinking that you were done with me”

Keith sighed, pulling Shiro’s keys out his pocket

“I’m not done with you. I’m just... caught in the past”

“I know. I shouldn’t have lost it at you because you were trying to respect me”

“And you should have pointed out I was being a douche”

“It’s okay now”

Keith bumped him lightly with his hip

“You totally jerked off, didn’t you?”

Lance’s cheeks burned harder. Yep. He couldn’t deny it

“Yeah... didn’t really help but whatever”

“What do you mean it didn’t help?”

It’d been more of a chore than pleasure, just something to get rid of the throbbing between his legs

“The reason I want you touch me is because it’s you. I look at you and my body reacts... you’ve turned me into a total pervert”

“I’m sorry I’m not ready”

Keith didn’t need to be sorry, the vampire simply wished he’d been able to tell Lance sooner. Maybe if he hadn’t been a self centred butt nugget he would have?

“It’s okay. My dick totally has a mind of its own...”

“Would blood help? Fresh blood. Coran said...”

Coran needed to stop putting ideas in Keith’s head, and let Keith work his own thoughts and feelings out first

“Coran says a lot of things. Let’s head home and go from there”

“Babe...”

“Keith, there’s today and tomorrow, then we’re going to see Coran again... and we can talk to him then... until then, please stop worrying so much about blood”

Keith pulled away from him, Lance seemed to have stepped on some mental landmine. Clenching his fits, his boyfriend stared down at the ground

“Keith?”

“It’s my baby”

Yeah? Who else’s was did he think it was?

“Yeah, babe. It’s your baby”

“So why is it okay for you to rely on other people’s blood and not mine? Why is my blood never good enough... even when you’re carrying my baby you won’t let me help you”

Oh...

“Babe, it’s not like that”

“But it is. Some stranger’s blood is keeping you alive and moving... why can’t it be mine? Why is someone else’s blood better than mine? You only feed on me when your a bat or in heat... why won’t you let me help you?”

Using a little of his speed, Lance moved to stand in front of Keith, taking his face in his hands

“I can’t feed on you consciously because you are my world. You. If I feed to much, or too often, you’re going to be sick... You’re not my pet, you’re my partner, and you take care of me so fucking well... When I have fresh blood I’m an arsehole with way too much energy. I’m scared to feed on you because I’m in love with you”

“You say you know I won’t hurt you... but I know you won’t hurt me. I want to help. I want to give you my energy... I want... my blood to... be good”

Keith was breaking his heart now

“Your blood is good. Your blood is so good. You’re so good... but what if I fed on you too much? What if because of me you can’t work? What if me feeding on you leaves you weakened and you can’t protect yourself? And what if I can’t stop?”

“But you do... when we... you do... I don’t... want you having to live a half life off other peoples blood when you’re growing our baby... I want... to be wanted”

“You are wanted. You are the single most wanted man by me in existence... I know you’ve been like this a while, offering me your blood, but you’ve been bottling up how much it annoys you, haven’t you?”

“Sometimes I think about it... but I guess... I guess seeing your family really made me think about blood... family isn’t about blood... but today... I want to be your boyfriend you can rely on to be there. I don’t want you think I’m going to leave you alone like your brothers... I want my blood to be more than our baby”

Lance sighed softly, leaning up and kissing Keith on the forehead

“I know this is hard for you. But... I’m... I worry that if I feed on you I won’t be who I am anymore... that my ego will slip out of control and I won’t be the man you love anymore. I know you want to support me. I know you’d offer me your neck in an instant... and I know you trust me... but you’ve seen how fresh blood can affect me. I practically pounced on you when you fed me in my first heat and your hips were sore for days. I love you and your blood... but I get it more now than ever. You don’t want your baby surrounded by a strangers blood... that’s what it really is. You humans are so fragile, babe. You can’t feed me what I need for days. Vampires get too hungry, that’s why most pets are weakened or why their not the only pet belonging to their master”

“Then... then how... how do I help you?”

“We can talk to Coran? He’s the only one I know who we can talk to about all this. Maybe if we tell him what’s been going on in our heads, he can help us figure it out?”

Keith threw his arms around, Lance pleasantly surprised by the affection

“I just want to be in our baby’s life”

“Dude, you will be. Who’s hand do you think I’m going to be holding when it comes to getting this little out of me? You can break my heart and chop me into a zillion little pieces and I wouldn’t deny you access... Even... even if you have to leave, for work or whatever, I’m going to be taking videos and telling them all about their daddy. You lost your dad too young, but that doesn’t mean the same will happen to you. They will know you and who you are Keith Kogane. I will never ever let them forget you”

Keith sighed softly at him

“Thank you...”

“Sometimes you just need to hear the words...”

“Yeah...”

“You’re so much better with your words these days. I’m proud of you”

“I’m lucky to have you”

“I’m the lucky one... and you should probably let me go now. You’ve stirred up the monster”

Keith sniffled as he chuckled, pulling back

“I’m going to make it up to you... when we know it’s okay”

“I’m counting on it... and counting the places I expect to be bent over”

His boyfriend turned beet red, adjusting himself as he tried to turn away. They we’re definitely weirdos for popping random boners in the car park of a nursing home

“That’s not fair”

“Sure it is. You can make a list of all the things you want to try”

“Shut up. You’re making it worse”

Lance started towards the passenger side door of Shiro’s car, throwing over his with a wink

“Just remember to think of me when you’re jerking off at work”

Keith groaned at him, very awkwardly shuffling to the car. Both of them were stupid horny lived up idiots, and Lance was not helping things at all. The ultrasound couldn’t come sooner.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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angstalottle · 6 years ago

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A Pirates Life For Me

There were three things all pirates feared.

The dreaded Galra armada.

Running out of rum.

And the mermaids that followed their ships just waiting to drag down any sailor unfortunate enough to fall into the water.

The voltron pirates considered themselves the acception to the rule as Hunk had long since figured out how to always get them a supply of rum and the Galra ran from them in fear.

Even the dreaded mers never seemed to bother them, leaving the ship and her passengers untouched.

Everyone had their own theories about why this was with Hunk and Pidge believing the type of wood their ship was made from had somthing to do with it.

Their captain, Shiro thought I was because they tossed their old food over board and the rotten smell made them stay away.

Keith thought it was because of the one time he fell over board during a storm.

“I’m telling you guys I got the ugly bastard right across the back!” Keith demonstrated by slashing at the air in front of him. “It was so surprised it threw me back onto the ship.”

“Sure buddy whatever you say” Lance laughed leaning over the edge of the crowd nest that he had long since claimed as his own.

“It’s true! I scared all the mermaids off!” Keith yelled glaring up at him.

“You gotta admit it seems pretty hard to believe” Hunk smiled sheepishly “no one even saw you fall into the water.”

“But it’s true” Keith yelled tugging at his hair in frustration.

“Look mullet if it means so much to you I’ll say you fought off an entire fleet of mermaids to keep us safe.” Lance winked blowing a kiss down to him.

Keith grumbled but was too caught off guard by the display of affection from his beloved to really care.

“Whatever the reason for them ignoring us we have to be smart with the advantage it gives us. Mainly that I think we could pass trough Altea point.

The ship fell silent at the captains words.

Altea point was the fasted rout to smugglers cover that supposedly held treasure beyond their wildest dreams. But anyone that got too close found their ships smashed against the rocks that filled the waters lured to their deaths by the mermaids songs.

“Shiro you can’t be serious.” Lance was the first to speak grabbing a rope and sliding down to the deck with the others “that’s suicide.”

“I hate to say this but Lance has a point” Pidge added.

“Hey!”

She ignored his complaints and instead rolled out the map and examined it closely “Even if the mermaid may leave us alone that doesn’t mean we can get around the rocks or the unpredictable current.”

Hunk leaned over and tapped a clear area “what if we approached from here though? The currents fast but in one direction. So long as we follow it we should be able to get through.”

Lance watched in horror as his friends seemed to decide this as their course of action.

“Wait! Wait you all can’t be seriously considering this?!” He looked to Keith hoping he would at least back him up.

Instead all he saw was a look of excitement for adventure in his eyes.

Lance sighed “fine... but if we die I’m so haunting your asses.”

A round of cheers erupted and everyone began preparations for the passing.

All except Lance, who quickly climbed back to the crows nest to hide from the rest of the crew.

It wasn’t until the sun had long since set did Keith come to find him.

Climbing into the small secluded spot with a bottle of rum as an offering which Lance took and took a few gulps from.

“You want to tell me what’s got you so upset?” Keith asked settling in next to Lance watching the stars.

“Other then us heading right for the most dangerous place in the entire ocean?” Lance laughed bitterly “other than that little fact I’m just fine.”

“Lance... please I know there’s more to it” Keith turned Lance’s face towards him brushing his thumb across his jaw line. “Please.”

Lance sighed as he scooted closer and rested his head against Keith’s shoulder.

“The Altea point is where I watched my parents die.”

The news startled Keith so much it took everything he had not to jump up and stare at his beloved. Instead he hummed in acknowledgment, a soft way of encouraging Lance to continue.

“I was only a little kid at the time and we had all gone to the passing together but... we didn’t know we were being followed. One minuet everything was fine and then there was blood and screaming and then... then I woke up in chains on a Galra slave ship. They scooped me out of the water and sold to whoever was buying. They passed me around as a pretty trinket until you guys saved me.” Lance grew more and more quiet as he buried his face into Keith’s chest “I... I don’t want to lose you guys because of what could happen there.”

Keith’s fingers began to slowly run themselves through Lance’s hair. “I promise you. No matter what happens I will always love you. And I will always save you.”

Lance didn’t answer, instead he hugged Keith a little tighter content to just lay there with him.

It took a few days traveling before they finally made it.

The Altea passing and the most dangerous part of the entire ocean.

Ship wrecks marked the way like clouds filled the sky on a shady day.

The ship was quiet, no one able to bring themselves above a whisper as they passed the monument to just how many lives had been lost in the name of adventure.

“Here comes the current” Pidge announced as the ship began to rock violently side to side.

Everyone scrambled to their stations fighting against the ocean Itself to stay afloat.

It seemed like hours and more scrapes and bumps then they were comfortable with but finally the current slowed and they found themselves in calm water just on the other side of the deadly passing.

Applause erupted from the crew, everyone yelling and celebrating, all to busy to notice how the water in front of them swirled and a giant woman with hair as white as sea foam and eyes as blue as the sky rose up blocking their way.

Her giant hands grabbing hold of the sides of the ship looking down at it like a child would a play thing.

“Ready the canons!” Shiro yelled but was drowned out by a screech from the mermaid.

“They canons won’t do any good” Lance grabbed Keith’s hand and pulled him into a kiss “time to keep up with your promise” he winked as he ran towards the mermaid.

Keith’s eyes widened sure Lance was about to sacrifice himself with a flash of blue surrounded his body.

Where Lance once stood now was replaced by a merman with hair as white as sea foam, eyes and tail blue as the sky and a face that they all knew as Lance’s

“I am Prince Allance of the south waters! I was stolen from here as a child and these humans saved me!”

The crew could only watch in shock as the giant mermaids expression turned from one of confusion to unadulterated joy.

A pink light surrounded her blinding everyone for a moment.

When it died down she had shrunk and was now hugging Lance like her life depended on it.

“My dear little brother I thought you were dead.” She cried.

Lance chuckled “sorry about that Allura... they cut off my fin I could swim him but I wanted to see you everyday.”

Keith finally stepped forwards his eyes finally falling to a scar across his back “you were the one to save me... during that storm and I...” Keith covered his mouth in horror “oh god Lance I hurt you.”

Allura bared her teeth at him but was stopped by Lance who simply laughed “you didn’t know it was me dummy. For all you knew I was trying to kill you. Now quick moping and meet my sister. She should meet my beloved... as long as you guys don’t mind I’m not human.”

Shiro frowned “lance did you risk not ever being able to come home to your family because you were scared we wouldn’t want you anymore?”

When Lance nodded he was promptly tacked to the floor with a hug from his captain.

Hunk and Pidge quickly joined in while Keith wormed his way closest so he could kiss Lance on the lips.

“We all love you because your Lance, we don’t care if your human or mermaid. Your still you and your still part of this crew.”

Lance couldn’t help but laugh as he looked around, he was surrounded by family, some he had thought he had lost a life time ago, some he had found along the way and some he intended to make his husband some day.

From that point on there were four things all pirates feared.

The dreaded Galra armada.

Running out of rum.

The mermaids that followed their ships.

And the Prince of the ocean that if any creature of the sea or land should harm would have to face the furry of the queen of the mermaids and the Voltron Pirates.

#langst #klance #mermay

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sasuhinasno1fan · 5 years ago

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My new normal- Shiro Ship Week Day 2

Ok, so I had this idea, well more like fic prompt that my old shance turned multi ship discord server came up around Halloween. I said I wanted to at least try and write a fic for it but there’s another fic we came up with I still need to work on, which I will eventually. So @fiercaldra, @castlesl and @gorgonopsidofawesome I don’t know if you guys would remember this at all, but if you do, here’s my really short fic. Supernatural

Shiro pulled his car in front of Allura’s store and looked at his two passengers. “She has her store warded against monsters so don’t try sneaking in.”

Lance moaned in the back seat, turning towards the seat in attempt to pull away from the sun. “Like I’d even bother.”

“Don’t worry,” Keith said in the passenger seat, “We’ll look after the car.”

Shiro nodded and left the car in the hands of the vampire and werewolf.

Lance moaned even more, using his arms to hide his face from the sun, not moving when Keith threw his jacket on top of him.

“How old are you again?” Keith asked, looking at the jacket covered lump in the backseat.

“700 years. What’s your point?”

“I thought vampires got more resistant against the sun the older you are.”

“When you’re stuck with Zarkon in a dark cave for pretty much the entire time you’ve been turned, you don’t get out much.” Lance snapped.

Keith scoffed, turning around. “And Zarkon sent you to try and kill Shiro.”

“Bite me. Oh wait,” Lance said, sounding teasing, “that’s what I did to you and boy did you love it.”

Face flushed red, Keith threw the book he’d pulled out of his bag at Lance. “Shut up!”

Shiro walked into the store, taking glance at the shelves thinking about what he needed to get as he approached the front desk. Standing waiting for him was a woman about his age, if not a bit younger. Her skin was darker than Lance’s but her hair was bright white, tied up into Sailor Moon buns. Her blue-purple eyes glinted mischievously.

“Last time I checked, Takashi Shirogane didn’t spare monsters, yet there are two left in your car.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I was trying to kill one of them and then the other came along trying to kill me. We all got stuck together I guess.”

“Well, if they managed not to get killed by you, I guess all is good. I am curious about the story.”

“Well, Lance is a vampire who was turned by Zarkon.” Allura looked surprised at that. Understandable, Zarkon had been responsible of the death of Shiro’s family and many of Allura’s coven. Since becoming a monster hunter, Shiro would kill any monster associated with Zarkon. “he was coming to kill me, but he tried to stop me from killing Keith, the werewolf. Though, actually, it was more of he interrupted and then Keith took offence to that and they started arguing and I found it really cute? Point is, we kinda stuck together, me with Keith mostly and Lance following us until Zarkon sent someone else and Lance tried keeping him away. I killed the guy in the end but he told us that Lance had also been fair game in killing so he kinda came with us.”

“He must have been something amazing if the fact that he was a member Zarkon’s group.” Allura said, truly looking impressed.

“I didn’t trust him for a while, even after what we’d been through. It pissed him off but he never did anything about it. Of course he wasn’t getting the chance to hunt either so he was getting weak and he still never said anything. He almost got himself killed trying to save Keith from a poltergeist when I finally realised he wasn’t going to turn on us or hurt us.”

“So you let him go take blood from a human? If he was turned and taken in by Zarkon, he obviously doesn’t drink animal blood.” Allura stated.

“Yeah. Keith beat me to the punch actually. He let Lance take blood from him.” now Shiro felt embarrassed remembering when he had found the two monsters. Lance already had his teeth in Keith’s neck and was making these kinda cute pleased noises. It was the start of the feelings he had towards the two monsters, or at least it had been a push from when he’d found them cute the first time he met them. “Keith thought I would have been mad, but I just told him to try and keep in control in case Lance lost control at any point. He hasn’t really gone and asked either of us since though.”

“Wow. Vampires only bite and leave alive lovers and very close friends. Shiro, you called them cute. Do you like them?”

Shiro shrugged though the answer was yes. “I can’t help it. The more I got to know them, the more I started to fall I guess.”

“And hope Lance would bite you too. I hear vampire bites are very pleasurable.”

“Thanks.” He said sarcastically. God, it was amazing he kept coming back. Allura loved nothing but embarrassing him. “Can I get my regular order please?”

_______

Keith watched Shiro paced back and forth as he was told about a new monster over the phone. After the last time they walked into the monster hunter usual hang out and almost got filled with silver bullets, Shiro made it his new thing to get info over the phone. He had felt guilty that since joining Shiro, he had to change they way he did things but it still felt good that Shiro was doing things to make them feel comfortable. It made the feelings he had towards him grow, but it was hard to tell his heart no. he hadn’t really given any type of love a chance since his mother died. He never expected it would be with a monster hunter and a vampire – because yes, even Lance wormed his way into his heart – but he couldn’t be mad at himself. He and Lance hadn’t gotten along at all when they first met and he and Shiro had depended on each other more. But after Lance fought against that vampire to save them, he started to trust him a bit. Then he saved him again from the poltergeist and he saw that Lance wasn’t an agent of Zarkon, he was just a turned vampire who wanted to get as far away from his maker as possible.

Getting Lance to take blood was hard. He pretty much refused, despite the fact he was weak and could barely stand. In the end, Lance did it. He was soft about it though, telling him thousands of times what to do if Keith wanted to pull out. The bite had hurt but after that it was, pleasant, as much as a bite could be. Lance was gentle and the noises he made where cute and the tiniest bit arousing. However after that, Lance never asked, no matter how much Keith offered. He was sure he’d heard Shiro offer to but Lance refused.

He looked over at Lance who was face down with Shiro’s hooded jacket on, blocking out the lights in the diner. The borrowing of each other’s clothing was normal to them now. They hadn’t put a name on what they were but things had obviously moved past friends. They depended on each other.

Shiro walked back into the diner, sliding next to Lance and pulled his half-drunken milkshake closer.

“There’s been druids attacking humans. Apparently, some fairies have been messing with their forest so they’re retaliating buy getting humans to do their dirty work. We’re heading after we’re done.”

Lance finally lifted his head. “I haven’t really fed in a while.”

“Well, we’re not really in a place where you can go feed. No forests for animals and this diner is at a pitstop. Do you think you can wait till we get closer to where we have to go?” Shiro asked, looking worried. Since the last time Lance had been weak with hunger because of him, Shiro would make sure Lance had blood, even if it meant having to steal it from a blood bank. Thankfully that option didn’t happen very often.

“I should be fine. besides, it’s a bunch of druids, can’t be that bad.”

“Right, couldn’t possibly be in trouble when they’re surrounded by their power source.” Keith mocked.

“Guys,” Shiro said, stopping whatever fight was about to break out, “that’s enough. Keith, eat quick. Sooner we get there, the better.”

Lance was quiet the whole time they drove, different from when he’d be talking everyone’s ear off once the sun had set. He had abandoned the seat and completely and was hiding behind the front seats, Shiro’s jacket still on him with the hood up. He claimed the lights from approaching cars were irritating his eyes, which worried both Keith and Shiro. Lance’s lack of food was starting to affect him.

When they arrived at their destination, Shiro got out first to pull his supplies from the trunk, while Keith turned in his seat to look at Lance.

“Lance, if you need blood, you can take it from me.” He offered.

“No,” Lance said, “I’m fine. we’re gonna need help stopping these guys and we need all the strength possible.”

“Lance, Keith, I need help with this.” Shiro called from the trunk.

Eager to escape the conversation, Lance climbed out the backseat and joined Shiro, taking the filled bag he was handed.

“Salt and sugar, plus those weird microwave bombs for fairies and blessed guns for any druids who don’t listen to reason.”

“Thank god the stupid rumour about vampires and rice aren’t true.” Lance said, sliding the bag on his back.

“Lance,” Shiro said, tucking extra bullets in his pockets and another gun in his boot, “I know you’re low on blood and the lack of noise tells me there are no animals around either.” Lance scrunched his nose. He didn’t understand how some vampires could drink animal blood. “You can take some from me if you need it. I don’t mind.”

Lance shook his head. He’d only done it once, taking blood from Keith. It was good, but god, he couldn’t do it again. To take blood and leave them alive, that was only meant for lovers and close friends and god was Keith and Shiro starting to lean into the lovers side. With all the time they spent together things had started to change for him. He didn’t know to deal with it and to take blood again when things were getting intense now was not a good idea.

“I’ll be fine. Besides, that means I can just take it from the druids who don’t listen. Magic filled blood is always good anyway.” Lance said, making his way to the forest, leaving Shiro shaking his head.

“Only if I tell you Lance!”

________

Since Lance and Keith joined him, Shiro took anything that happened to them personally. Yes, he knew that as supernatural creatures, they were perfectly capable of defending themselves, better than he could, but still. When they decided to trust him enough to go traveling with him and help him stop other monsters, he tried to keep them out of trouble and safe. Seeing Lance on the ground, barely moving, mad him see red.

They had been lucky to find the fairies trying to attack the druids but the druids didn’t take kindly to being offered help. Instead of trying to kill the fairies only, the three of them had to be on the defence against fairies and druids throwing spells at them. Keith had turned into a wolf to literally rip the throats of any of their enemies. Lance’s speed helped spread the salt and sugar that distracted the fairies and allowed him to sneak around the druids’ defences and attack. Shiro was stuck dodging any spells and shooting at them but he made the most of what he had.

He should have noticed Lance slowing down. He should have been paying attention to the leader of the druids, gathering their magic. It wasn’t until Lance body slammed him out of the way he realised what had happened. Keith took care of the culprit, taking no time of biting his head off while Shiro ran over to Lance. his breathing was weak and he looked pale, his tan skin almost another colour. Then he looked down and saw why. Lance’s shirt was mostly torn to shreds, his stomach almost the same as it sluggishly stitched itself back together, blood easily escaping the wound.

“Lance? Lance, can you hear me?” Shiro asked, gently shaking his shoulder. The jacket was becoming stained with blood. Even if it did come out, he didn’t think he could wear it again without remembering what happened.

Lance’s eyes slowly blinked open, not even focused on Shiro. “What?” he slurred. God, Shiro didn’t even know vampires could slur.

“Lance, you’re losing blood. You need to eat now.”

“Druid?”

“Most are gone or dead if the screams and Keith’s growling is anything to go by. You need to take it from me.”

Even as weak as he was, Lance shook his head. “No. I can’t.”

“This isn’t up for debate Lance. if you don’t take blood, you’re going to die.”

“No, I can’t. I can’t take your blood.”

“Lance, I’m sorry, but I’m not giving you a choice here.” Pulling a dagger from his belt, Shiro made a small cut near his collarbone.

With energy he didn’t think Lance had, the vampire moved until he was pressed against Shiro, his tongue licking the blood from the cut before Shiro felt Lance’s fangs bite into him. it hurt and he could almost feel the blood leaving his body. After large gulps though, it slowed and those little pleased noises Shiro heard the last time started to emerge from Lance. he was starting to feel a bit off balance when Lance finally pulled away, resting his hand on the wound, resting his head on his hand.

“You asshole.” Lance rasped.

“Call me what you like but you were going to die. I wasn’t about to let that happen.”

“Lance! Lance are you ok?” Keith asked, the forest finally quite of any druids he’d killed. “I smell blood. Are the two of you ok?”

Lance shoved Shiro away, looking like a mixture of upset, embarrassed and confused. “Why did you do that?”

“Wha- Lance, in case it escaped your knowledge, you had a gaping wound on your stomach, that’s still healing by the way. You hadn’t had anything to eat for days. I wasn’t about to let you die because you were being stubborn.”

“What is the issue anyway?” Keith asked, not understanding why Lance was acting that way.

Lance hid his face in his hands, confusing the two dark haired men even more.

“Vampires don’t leave their food alive, ever. The only time a vampire willingly does that is for close friends and lovers.”

“I’d hope after what we’ve been through, you consider us close friends.” Keith said.

“Ugg, god, are you an idiot? Do you think after we’ve been through, I think of you as only close friends?” Lance said, his face looking as red as it could with his would still trying to heal.

“Excuse me?” Keith said, sounding insulted. Thankfully, Shiro was understanding what Lance was trying to say. He didn’t think he’d hear it, but when he was forced into a corner, Lance had no choice but to tell them the truth.

“Keith, it wasn’t the close friends part he was referring too.”

“What? Then what-oh.” Keith turned redder than Lance was.

The vampire hid behind his hands, letting out an embarrassed sound. “God, 700 years and this never happens. First month out of Zarkon’s grip and I manage to gain feelings for a monster hunter and a werewolf. He’s half the reason I tried to stop the feelings. If he comes after me for betraying him, he’ll go after you two.”

“That should be our choice.” Keith said, his face still sporting a blush. “We decided how we feel and we decide that that overgrown monster has another thing coming if he thinks we’re easy to get rid of.”

“I think what Keith is trying to say, I hope, is that we do feel the same way. I’ve dealt with Zarkon’s minions before, he doesn’t scare me. He won’t get the chance to use us against you because we won’t go down without a fight.” Shiro said, pulling Lance’s hands away from his face. “Under the strangest of circumstances, we ended up joining together. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to pull us apart ok?” Lance nodded slowly. “How about we save the feelings talk for tomorrow? I don’t know about you but I could do with a 14 hour nap.”

A rustle alerted them of a druid attempting to escape. Lance put his hand on Shiro’s arm that had reached for one of his guns.

“I’m still hungry.” Lance said licking his fangs, which sent shivers through the other two. “I usually want to escape when I get embarrassed, but I guess ripping his throat out will have to suffice for now.”

With regained speed, Lance was on the druid and drinking his fill.

“Why do I find that hot?” Keith asked out loud, seeming embarrassed himself.

Shiro shrugged. He couldn’t answer that but then again, since Zarkon ripped his family away, his life had been a series of strange things and events. Falling for two monsters, well that just fit right in with his new normal, and he was fine with that.

#shiroshipweek2019 #shklance #klanro #monster hunter shiro #vampire lance #werewolf keith

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izukillme-moved · 6 years ago

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wish i could stay

“It’s lung cancer,” states Allura, looking down at the table. “And I’m afraid it’s starting to spread. We can do nothing to stop it.”

I - what?!

Lance’s entire world begins to spin. His equilibrium tilts, and he feels dizzy. It’s as if the ground is crumbling underneath his feet, and he can do nothing about it.

Cancer. Cancer. Cancer.

The word reverberates in his mind, bouncing around like

“How?” he asks helplessly.

“Lance, you have to know, I’m so sorry-” Allura looks more than distressed, hands fluttering about in that anxious manner she hasn’t shown since they were children.

Lung cancer. How fucking ironic.

He can’t help but let out a bitter laugh. “So this is how I’m going to die, huh? Lung cancer. For a damn swimmer who served in the freakin’ army and never smoked a fucking cigarette in his whole damn life.”

His words sound angry, but his tone is dull and flat. When he says it out loud, he doesn’t feel the wave of anxiety and pain he expects to feel. He just feels... cold and uncaring. There’s nothing but a pit of emptiness inside him, the sharp edge of acceptance dulled by the sandpaper wave of shock.

He can’t help but be absolutely terrified by the lack of feeling. It’s like he’s not Lance anymore.

Because Lance feels. Lance feels every single damn moment in his life with vigour and joy and hope and passion and anger and sorrow and pain. Lance feels so much it hurts. This shell feels nothing.

Allura’s eyes take on that mother-hen look of worry, and she reaches for his hands. “Lance, I wish I could do something,” she says, eyes brimming with tears.

Lance can’t bring himself to cry. He can’t bring himself to do anything but look his impending death in the eye with an expression of weary defeat. The sharpshooter that could even stare down a huge tank without flinching, armed with just a rifle, is gone. Replaced by a shell of who he used to be.

“Don’t tell Keith. I don’t want him to know. He’ll be broken.”

His mouth moves on its own. Lance lets it.

The old Lance, before-Lance, would have made sure he told Keith as soon as he got home. Made sure that Keith was able to grieve properly, that they could worm in time with each other, that Keith was prepared for the death, so it wouldn’t shock him.

Now-Lance doesn’t care. Now-Lance just wants to go in peace, without wanting to put in any effort.

Now-Lance doesn’t want to see Keith hurting.

Before-Lance can hear his mind screaming at him to tell Keith, to spare him the shock of his death. But he doesn’t say anything, allowing now-Lance to keep talking, to say all the things before-Lance would never have even thought of saying.

After all, before-Lance is no longer Lance, so why should he even bother controlling what this husk of him does?

“So,” Keith asks, sliding his arm around Lance’s waist, “what’d Allura say?”

“Everything’s fine,” Lance lies smoothly. He’s always been a good liar. “It was just a little bout of sickness. I’m totally okay.”

Keith eyes his boyfriend up and down. “Are you sure? You were coughing up blood.”

“It was just a bit of laryngitis. I’m all better. I’ll be okay if I eat like normal, says Allura,” Lance fibs, thanking every God he knows that Keith is completely clueless about medicine or diseases.

“O... kay,” Keith says, a little dubiously. He holds out his hand. “Can I see the reports? Just so I know that you’re good.” His eyes hold genuine worry, and Lance just wants to kiss it better.

“There aren’t any,” he lies again. They’re in the box under his bed, the one containing his most private things. A letter from his deceased mother, his grandfather’s wedding ring, a scarf that his very first boyfriend Lotor gave him before he cheated on Lance. He hasn’t even let Keith see what’s in it. The one time Keith asked, Lance lashed out with the full force of the Destroyer (as the rest of his regiment had nicknamed him). He knows Keith won’t look; he has too much respect for Lance’s privacy.

Keith nods, still looking a little troubled. “If you’re so sure. What do you want for lunch?”

“Uh, anything is fine,” Lance says.

Keith shrugs. “All right, I guess I’m making stir fry, then.”

Lance’s heart aches as he watches Keith walk towards the kitchen, a slight bounce in his step, even humming a song. His shoulders have straightened from the small slump they’ve had for a few months ever since Lance has been sick.

Stir fry is my favourite.

“It’s getting worse,” Allura says.

Lance snorts weakly. “I could tell, Captain Obvious.”

Allura looks her friend over and sighs. Lance is pale despite his dark complexion; his cheekbones are prominent and there are barely noticeable bags under his eyes.

“Six months, at the most,” she states, lacing her fingers together. She can’t bear to look Lance in the eye, so she just looks down at her mahogany desk.

“Okay,” Lance sounds surprisingly calm and accepting of his dreadful fate. Allura whips her head up.

There is no feeling in Lance’s eyes. Just a bottomless emptiness.

“Oh, Lance,” she whispers helplessly.

Lance grins, a shadow of the bright smile he always used to sport. “It’s okay.” he says.

And to him, it is.

When Lance gets home, he’s met by Keith standing in the door, arms crossed over his chest.

He’s holding a white file.

Lance’s heart jumps to his throat.

“Cancer,” Keith says, voice trembling. “When were you going to tell me?”

Lance’s lip wobbles. “I - I-”

“I looked in the damn box, because you were looking fucking ill, Lance. You got so thin, and you kept coughing up blood. I had to find some clue,”

“I - why-”

“Because you didn’t tell me.” Keith’s eyes are bright with angry tears. “You just planned on - on dying, and leaving me here to lose it completely.”

“Keith, I-”

“No, Lance,” Keith cuts him off. “I - why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Lance says softly. Even to his own ears, it sounds lame.

“Worry,” Keith repeats, tone bitterly sarcastic. “And did it occur to you, genius that you are, that I might have gotten over it had you told me earlier? Had we worked through this, together, like we agreed to do all our problems, and made sure we didn’t waste a second of what life you have left?”

Lance, for once, is stunned into silence. He feels tears come into his own eyes.

“Keith - I-” He reaches for his boyfriend, but Keith pulls away. Lance sees the strap of a duffel bag over his shoulder.

Keith steps around Lance and through the door, tossing a set of keys onto the sofa.

“I can’t believe you would hide this from me,” is the last thing he says, voice soft and broken, as he disappears into the elevator.

Lance crumples against the wall, tears gushing out of his eyes like rivers.

Keith - Keith -

And just like that, the most important thing in Lance’s life has left him.

Just like that.

Lance howls, then, all his feelings let out in that anguished scream. He weeps loudly and continuously, without caring that the neighbours will be annoyed. He sobs like a teenage girl whose boyfriend dumped her. He cries and cries and cries, curling into a little ball and falling into a restless sleep by the open doorway.

You’ll catch pneumonia, warns Hunk’s voice in his head.

Lance shakes it off.

He has fucking cancer. Nothing matters anymore.

He wakes up to warmth.

There’s a blanket piled over Lance. He’s lying in his bed, surrounded by pillows and his favourite stuffed bear from his boyhood. A note lies next to his head, and Lance turns to read it.

Yell for me when you wake up.

The handwriting is as familiar as day to Lance. He can’t help the happy tears that spring to his eyes.

“I’m up!” he shouts as loudly as he can - which isn’t very loud because, well, he has lung cancer.

Keith comes into the room, wearing a pink apron and a sad smile.

“I thought you left,” Lance says softly, a little out of breath from the shout.

Keith sits down on the bed, brushes Lance’s hair out of his eyes.

“I’d never leave,” he says, looking into Lance’s eyes with absolute honestly. “I might - I might take off, but I don’t think I could ever leave you.”

He pulls Lance into a hug, and the thinner can’t help but burst into noisy tears, sniffling and rubbing his eyes and shaking like a goddamn leaf.

“Oh, Keith,” he sobs. “I don’t wanna die,”

Keith rubs Lance’s back gently. “It’s okay,” he murmurs.

“No it’s not,” Lance cries.

“Maybe it’s not. But I’m here for you, and that - that’s gotta count for something.”

Lance nods into Keith’s shirt. “You always make things better.” he mumbles.

Maybe things won’t be all right. He is going to die, and he’s going to die in pain.

But hey, things could be much worse.

After all, he has Keith. What else could he possibly want?

#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #klance #lance mcclain #ceru writes #keith kogane #VERY ANGSTY #fanfiction #angst with fluffy ending

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marshmallowatheart · 6 years ago

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To All The Boys I've Loved Before (Part 45)

There's not much she learns at the office that she doesn't already know - and the things she does learn, she doesn't really want to know (see: Vinnie Van Lowe singing Private Eyes).

And so she asks him, simply and directly to let her help on a case or go on a stakeout, all she needs to do is know how to use a camera (she doesn't mean to brag but her photography skills are enough to be called skills).

She's not surprised that he's surprised, she's been here for all of three days. He tells her, emphatically, that photography isn't all that's to it before shrugging in agreement that she can tag along and learn the ropes.

She wishes she could learn from anyone other than Vinnie Van Lowe but Vinnie is all she has.

He plays the fool; get's people's guard down and let's them underestimate him to get the information he needs. She's always found it infuriating that her brain was judged by her petite figure and blonde hair. She learns now that it's not a weakness; it's a weapon.

--vm--

She meets Duncan at Java the Hut, she doesn't have much of an appetite - hasn't had much of an appetite since that night in Aspen - but she gets cake, the chocolate kind that should help make her feel better (she doesn't think anything would).

Duncan orders pie and coffee and it feels like it's been forever since they've hung out (it kind of has been).

They're across each other with badly sung karaoke as background noise. "Is it me or does karaoke night attract every Tritons reject?"

"We've got to put our musical aspirations somewhere," he cracks a smile with his joke.

"I still can't believe you wanted to be a Triton, am I gonna see you on America's got Talent next?"

"Oh, so you don't think I've got talent?"

"Prove me wrong, Kane."

"Like you're so much better."

"Child, please, I could give the Tritons a run for their money."

He laughs. "So how's it feel to be a part of the working class?"

"I feel more like a trainee than anything else. It's different," she says. She wants to add, the realm of ethics doesn't seem to exist, manipulation is a rite of passage and being a girl has more perks than she's ever taken credit for. But she knows she can't tell Duncan any of that. He wouldn't understand this part of her, she's not even sure she understands the lengths she'll go to to find out the truth.

"As long as you're happy," he says, sweet smile and caring blue eyes.

She nods, offering an assuring smile and then asks, "Is everything going alright at home?"

Duncan shrugs. "Same ole' same ole'. Lilly's lashing out. Dad and mom fight about it. I've kind of tuned it out."

"Ah," she lets out, fork carving out a piece of her chocolate cake. "The perks of having your mother run off on you. No more middle of the night arguments."

Duncan gives an uncomfortable chuckle as he agrees with her. "Is everything okay with you and Logan?"

She bites her lip, despite all her efforts, Logan never left her mind. Logan's partly the reason she asked Duncan to hangout. She wanted to know the truth behind Lilly's actions. She wants to understand. She knows it wouldn't fix everything between them but needs to know for sure what had happened. She isn't all that surprised that Duncan doesn't know anything - if he did, he wouldn't be asking her that.

"We broke up."

Stopping mid bite of his pie, he stares at her with widen eyes and his mouth half open. She can see that he doesn't know what to say, so she continues, "In Aspen. Lilly was there. They were hugging, well past midnight. I freaked. Then Wallace said Logan had been gone all night. Logan wouldn't tell me why."

She hates that her breath stammers over Logan's name and that her heart betrays her all over again because all those feelings still rush up and she can't seem to get rid of it - no matter how hard she tries.

It takes him seconds to pull out of his thoughts "We have a cabin there," he says. "Not too far from the Casablancas. Dad went to LA so we decided not to go. Lilly must have decided that she really wanted to go. I'm sorry. But Logan never deserved you anyway. You were always too good for him."

She tries to smile and thank him but she can't get it out. She knows he's trying to make her feel like she'd made the right choice but it hurts. Despite it all, this isn't want she wants to hear about Logan. She doesn't want him to insult Logan. She doesn't know what she wants but she doesn't want that.

--vm--

Duncan drops her home and she waves him goodbye. At the very least, she's got her friend back.

"Honey, I'm home," Veronica calls out as she closes the door.

"So am I, honey," Meg says, bright smile and even brighter eyes.

Veronica turns, surprised eyes and growing smile. "Meg, you're home!" She laughs, disbelieving as rush to hug each other. "Oh my God. How are you here? I thought you were getting in on Friday."

"I finished my exams early," she grins, brushing Veronica's hair from her face. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever."

"I missed you so much," Veronica lets out, hugging her sister tight.

"I missed you too," Meg says, soft and heartwarming. "Why didn't you tell me you've got a job? With Vinnie Van Lowe, no less?" She asks, quizzing, the softness turned curious with a head tilt that hides none of the judgement.

"I was planning on starting next year. I was gonna tell you about it when you got home," she offers as retribution. "A job's a job. What does it matter if it's serving coffee in a restaurant or in an office?"

Her sister's brow arches up, doubting her words. "Is serving coffee really all you're doing?"

"The more the better, right?" Veronica shrugs as though she's indifferent to it but the more is the reason she decided on this job. "I spoke to dad about it, what's with the Spanish Inquisition anyway?"

"It's Vinnie Van Lowe. His work isn't all that kosher."

"We're not Jewish. Besides, in the grand scheme of things, he isn't even the worst person we know."

"These late nights are gonna affect your grades, did you even think about that?"

"My 4.0 GPA is still intact. Stanford's been my dream since elementary, Meg, I'm not gonna screw that up." She doesn't want to fight with Meg, she doesn't know why she this feels like a fight. She takes in a deep breath and lets out, "So how was your flight?"

--vm--

Veronica is happy Meg's home. She's missed her sister, she's saved up things she'd wanted to tell her. But maybe that's the problem.

It started with her job - which she hadn't meant to keep from Meg - it all happened so fast and it got to the point where she thought it'd be better to tell her once she came home.

There's a lot of things Veronica stored away in the back of her mind under things to share with Meg when she came home.

It doesn't go the way she plans; they don't eat ice cream and gossip or bake cookies and catch up. Meg notices changes and comments and all Veronica could think is I meant to tell you about that.

She feels bad about it. She does. But does Meg really have to get so snippy with her about it? It's hard remembering every little thing over the phone (and she admits that her getting a job falls into the list of big things but she doesn't know how to explain that working in the underbelly of Neptune is the only thing that makes her feel like she's doing something worthwhile).

There's nothing she can do about it now, she can't press rewind and include Meg in all of those moments that's passed. She thinks, she should have messaged her right away, taken pictures and shared these things with her.

Maybe then Meg wouldn't be staring so intently at Alicia and Keith during dinner. Maybe then Meg wouldn't flinch at her and Wallace's bunk mate jokes. Maybe then when Duncan came to return her bag she'd forgotten in his car, Meg wouldn't have stormed off into her room.

"I didn't know she was home," Duncan says, helpless.

"She came back early," Veronica lets out a heavy sigh.

She hadn't meant to not tell Meg that she'd hung out with Duncan. The whole situation with Duncan was awkward because there's so much between her and Duncan that Meg doesn't know about. There's so much in her life that Meg doesn't know about and she doesn't know how to explain any of it; the letters, Duncan, Logan, Lilly. She can't explain any of it. She just wants her sister back and for things to go back to normal - the way it was before she'd left to New York.

--vm--

"Hey, Sam," Veronica says to Vinnie who's leaning back on his chair with his legs up on his desk and a flyer in his hand as he chews on the last piece of his sandwich.

"Hey, Ralph," he grins. "Did you bring me gummy worms?"

She rolls her eyes and digs into her bag as she throws the small packet to him. "You're such a baby."

"You're gonna want snacks on today's case," he says, already ripping the packet open. "Tailing and stakeouts, VMars. The only thing worse is the paperwork."

"Which you never bother to do anymore," she points out, looking pointedly at the growing paperwork on his desk.

"It's what I got you for," he quips, getting up on his feet.

"So what do we have?"

"Classic, cheating spouse."

--vm--

She gets a flask full of coffee as preparation for the stakeout and an apple if she gets hungry.

"You had to bring your dog, huh?" Vinnie shakes his head, looking at the brown pitbull who stares at him, daring him to move.

"Dad's condition is to take Backup," she shrugs, she has a bag set for Backup; water, dog treats and his rope to chew on while they waited.

She should have taken a look at the case, asked for more details but she'd been fidgeting with equipment and learning about bugs, tracers and hidden cameras in ordinary objects.

So it takes her by surprise when she realizes that they've stopped in front of Kane Software. She's completely thrown when she learns that their target is none other than Software Billionaire Jake Kane himself.

Veronica scoffs, disbelieving. She knew that their family had their issues, Duncan used to come by just to get away from it all but she never thought that Jake Kane would do something like this to his family. Wasn't he the poster man for family guy?

"Are you seriously telling me that the beloved Jake Kane is cheating on his wife?"

Vinnie shrugs, unphased. "You'll be surprised what people are capable of."

She blinks, staring at the large glass window and the silhouette of a man leaving the office. She's lived with an alcoholic until she abandoned them without so much as a goodbye. She shouldn't be surprised of what people can be capable of. But here she is, still surprised.

"Why would Celeste even think he's cheating on her?"

He shakes his head, eyes in front as he starts the engine to follow Jake Kane. Vinnie had lo-jacked Jake's car, so they could follow him without being seen.

Lo-jacking was convenient like that. She thinks if regular people knew how to use them, private investigators would be out of a lot of work.

"Wrong Kane," he cocks his head. "Lilly Kane is the one that hired us."

Veronica's brows crease, eyes stare wide in surprise but Vinnie doesn't notice or care as he continues, "Says she caught him in Aspen with some hussy, wants us to find out who it is. She left before he saw her. Lucky for us she didn't get any pictures to go along with her accusations."

Her heart thumps wildly in her heart and everything starts to make sense. This was why. This had to be why. Lilly hated her mother but she loved her father. If she saw her father with another woman, that kind of betrayal would make any girl cry.

She wishes Logan would have told her, cleared it up that the reason he was with Lilly was because she found out her father cheated. She wouldn't have expected Logan to turn Lilly away when he's been through the same thing.

Why couldn't Logan have just trusted her and told her the truth? She would have understood. She understands. How could she begrudge them for this? She knows what it's like to be betrayed by a parent too. Why couldn't he have just trusted her with the truth? Fight to clear up the misunderstandings she had instead of letting her walk away - walk away from him - them.

They follow him all the way to Camelot and Veronica knows that Jake Kane is guilty. You didn't have to be a private detective to know what goes on at the Camelot motel.

"Guess the girl was right," Vinnie remarks. "Not a lot of high powered business meetings take place at the Camelot at one in the morning."

She angles the camera to face the motel, ready to get the money shot, she doesn't know how long it would be and she figures this is what Vinnie means when he says it's boring but she watches the door like a hawk while Vinnie yaps at either her or Backup and eats his candy.

She doesn't say much of anything as she tries to concentrate because all she can think about is Logan.

"Keep the camera, ready, Mars," he reminds, chewing on liquorice when he sees Jake exit the room.

"All right lady, let’s see ya," Veronica blows out, snapping several pictures but the woman in question never comes into view. It's only when she snaps pictures of Jake climbing down the stares and driving away that she sees a familiar car. She snaps a picture of the license plate and sucks in a breath. She knows this car. She knows this license plate; 4VG-000.

She stares back at the room, takes another deep breath and says, "I know who he's with."

"You do?" He arches a brow, staring at her expectantly to share the information.

She meets his gaze and lets out, "It's my mom."

She jumps out of the car, ignoring the sound of Vinnie calling her name and she's racing up the stairs. She takes a moment, staring at the number on the door before she knocks.

She doesn't know what to expect or what to say but her mother is here in Neptune. Anger guts at her, she's here in Neptune for Jake Kane and not her - for their family. Did Lianne even qualify as family anymore?

The door opens after two knocks and even though Veronica knew her mother was on the other side of this door, she feels the air being knocked out of her.

"Veronica," her mother says, stunned and then repeats her name in that motherly tone that she has no right to use anymore.

Veronica's words are caught in her throat and she just stands there, staring and Lianne shifts uncomfortably at the door before offering her entrance.

"What are you doing with Jake Kane?"

Her eyes strain with unsheathed tears. This woman abandoned them when they needed her the most. This woman that decided to get her life together for another family instead of her own. Only to apparently rip it apart for Jake Kane.

Why would she come back to Neptune for Jake Kane and not for us? That's the real question she wants to ask.

"Why don't you sit? Do you want some water?" Lianne asks, evasive and nervous as she fidgets about.

"No, I asked you a question," Veronica stares at her, trying to reign in her emotions and look as intimidating as possible.

"I'm sorry, honey," Lianne says, soft whisper and helpless look in her eye as she reaches to touch her.

Veronica jerks back, breathing turns into a ragged mess that she has to concentrate on to not fall apart. "Don't," she warns. "All we ever did was love you. And all you ever did was love yourself," she can't hide the disgust in her voice.

She'd spent all her years thinking of questions for her mother that she'd laid them to rest when she saw her with her new family - but here Lianne was; lying, cheating, drinking and falling back into old patterns.

"Do you know that Meg lives in New York now? She's studying journalism and she's been more of a mother to me than you ever were. Heather's top of her grade, she's funny and smart and she'll be just like dad and nothing like you. We're all doing fine without you," she tells her, angry tears falling down her face as she gets the words out.

She shouldn't feel guilty when Lianne starts to cry. She shouldn't listen to Lianne’s excuses and life's regrets. But she does. She stands and listens to what Lianne has to say; she talks about how her husband was a con artist that's imprisoned and her step daughter's following in his footsteps. She talks about Hunter; the half brother she's never met. She talks about Jake Kane, how they were so in love as high school sweetheart and a man she could never stop loving no matter how hard she tried. She talked about leaving for herself and not because of any of them. She talks about her addictions and not being strong enough to fight it.

Veronica silently listens (despite her need to scream and fight every sentence that comes out of her mother’s mouth) and then tells her to never come back into their lives and to never come back to Neptune.

She always wished her mother would come back. She knows now that she never wants her to.

The bridges between them had burned to ash a long time ago. She couldn't go back in time. She couldn't fix what had gone wrong. She couldn't make Lianne love her more than her addictions.

She doesn't want anything to do with Lianne Mars or Lianne Scott or whatever she goes by now and she doesn't want her to come back into their lives only to mess it up again. Her family deserved better than that.

--vm--

She sits on the hood of her car outside of Logan's house with only the moonlight and streetlamps to give her light.

He hurries out in a track pants and hoodie, face etched in concern, rightly so, considering she hasn't spoken to him in days, ignoring all points of contact and now she's outside his house at three in the morning - she’s sure she’s woken him from his sleep but he looks as alert as ever.

"You knew, didn't you?" She accuses, wounds fresh and eyes vengeful. "You knew about Jake and my mother and you didn't tell me."

"I'm so sorry," Logan says, anguish and concern behind brown eyes. "I didn't know if it was really your mom. I needed to know before I told you anything," he confesses. "How'd you find out?"

He says I but she knows he means we (the we being him and Lilly).

"It was my job to find out," she grits, she sounds harsh and she knows it's unfair because she's not angry at him, she's angry at her mother. She's angry at this situation. "I started working for Vinnie."

He stares at her, soft and concern apparent. "I thought you were starting next year."

She takes a breath, trying to calm herself down. "I needed to focus on something that wasn't you," she confesses, voice dipped low but the words come clear in the silence of the night.

Hope resides in his eyes, he steps closer to her, hugging her and she lets him. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I let things get this way. I'm sorry about your mom."

"I know," she whispers, warm breath sinking into his chest.

"All I care about is you, Veronica," he whispers, forehead resting on hers as the warmth of his hands comfort her. "All Lilly and I did was talk about her dad, her family, she thought the person he was with was your mom but it's been years since she's seen her. I needed to be sure, to have proof before I said anything about it which is why I told her to go to Vinnie."

"I wish you'd told me," she lets out, exhausted. "I wish you'd came to me and let me help figure it out."

"I didn't want you to get hurt." He tucks her hair behind her ears and rests his palm on her cheek.

"I got hurt anyway," she says, voice quiet. "I get it now that I know the truth but all you had to do was be honest with me and you didn't do that. I need honesty, no matter what. I need honesty so I can trust you."

He nods, head on hers, promising it all to her. "I hate that I hurt you when all I wanna do is protect you."

"I don't need protecting, Logan,” she says, tired breath escapes her as she looks into his eyes. “I just need you."

He pulls away slightly, kissing her hair and he can’t help himself but to ask, "Does this mean we're okay?"

She sighs. "We're going to be,” she tells him. “I just need some time."

"Take all the time you need," he presses a kiss to her forehead. "Just come back to me, please."

"Always," she leans into him and his arms wrap around her like he's welcoming her home. Like he is home.

#veronica mars #logan echolls #vinnie van lowe #duncan kane #meg manning #meg mars #lianne mars #inspired by to all the boys i've loved before #to all the boys i've loved before #part 45 #vm #vmars #vm fanfic #fanfiction #vm fic

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nyctolovian · 6 years ago

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Summary: Meet the parasite Vree

A/N: I was supposed to post this yesterday (i posted on ao3 yesterday) but um... welp, its like that sometimes.

Also, I just did a refining of the plot annd uhhhhh it just grew by like.... 6 chapters???? im??? so??? screwed??? I've never written anything this long seriously before and uhh ((im srs when i say this is a huge ass feat for me please support my sed writing ass))

Special thanks to @lunasloveliess and @oorubixoo for beta reading this :D This chapter was pretty difficult to write.

The walls of the quarantine room were pristinely white, and the room smelled clean. It wasn’t hospital-clean, or Galran-jail-clean. It was just neat, like a new untouched bedroom. There was a large glass pane that let Lance see into the room next to his. Below it was a speaker and microphone, so Lance assumed this was going to be the mode of communication he was going to use if the team wanted to speak to him while he was still in quarantine.

He wondered if he could ask Allura to turn on the air-conditioning. But there was no communication button anywhere so he probably couldn’t activate the communicator on the wall from the inside. He rolled over onto his other side, and onto the side of the bed that had yet to accumulate his body heat. He had dumped the blanket onto the floor because it was making him heat up way too quickly. But not before inspecting it and counting the number of flowers, petals and Altean bee-sparrow-rabbit hybrids (Sparabbees!) printed on it.

What? Was Lance bored? Oh, no, not particularly. Why would you say so? (Yes, he was dying of boredom.)

He’d been in here for god-knew-how-long with nothing to do. Immediately after his body checks in the cryopod, he was sent here to wait for the results. That was fair. Lance wouldn’t want a possibly rogue paladin running about the castle either. He also knew that the others would talk about this issue separately before coming to find him, although they did not mention a word of this. But it was probably a given.

He sighed. This was the second time he was locked up in a windowless room with absolutely no stimuli. This time, he had a bed though. And possibly someone else with him. But it made no difference if that someone refused to talk.

“Hey, you,” Lance said aloud. “I know you’re there.”

No response.

“Helloooo?” He groaned. “Seriously, there’s no use hiding. You already revealed yourself! And I know you can hear me, alright?”

No response still.

Lance groaned and flopped onto his back. “Stop pretending you aren’t there! You either start talking or get out of my body right this instant.”

I’m sorry… But I can’t. Get out, I mean.

Lance startled. The voice was finally talking to him! He tried to regain his composure. “W-Why not?”

I-I’m not really sure. Sorry. I’ve tried to but I seem to be… stuck. I-I don’t know why. Leaving my host’s body was never an issue but I seem to be locked in by your tissues. I’m sorry, the voice replied.

“Wait,” Lance said. “So you’re a thing? With, like, a physical body and stuff?”

Yes, I have a body.

He let out a sigh. “That’s… less frightening than some spirit thingy existing in my head or something.” It sounded… less druid.

I’m not the work of a druid. I assure you.

Lance bounced upright. “Okay. Wait. So you can read minds?”

Well… yes, I can read my host’s mind.

Lance sighed and scratched his head. “Okay, how can I know that you’re telling the truth that you aren’t druid? For all I know, you could be lying to me. ‘Cause it seems like this mind reading thing is pretty one-sided.”

There was a moment of silence before the voice said, T-true. I don’t have concrete proof, but do you recall the dream you had? While you were in the so-called healing pod?

That strange dream. “You were the alien in the jar? Everything was from your perspective, right?”

Yes. And everything you saw and felt is genuine.

“Oh, then are you…”

Yep. A very specific feeling was transmitted to Lance. If the voice could clear their throat, they would at this point. The name is Vrizerain. But most call me Vree.

“Oh. Uh… I-I’m Lance.”

They chuckled. I’m aware. But nice to meet you. Properly.

Lance rubbed the back of his head. Vree seemed kind of polite and nice. Lance didn’t get any bad vibes from them and, for some reason, he felt inclined to believe in them.

Maybe it was the fact that even though he couldn’t read Vree’s mind like they got to read his, he could still feel a slight bit of his emotion seep into his words.

It really felt like Vree was just as confused and worried as Lance was about the situation. And their apologies felt sincere. Every word was spoken with care, like they were tiptoeing in a nursery during naptime.

Or maybe it was the fact that he had seen the dream through Vree’s eyes.

The momentary comfort of seeing their friend, Frivirion; the visceral fear of watching the druids enter, which could only spell danger; the genuine agony of… it all, expecting the same fate to eventually befall them. Lance realised that they weren’t meant to be shared. The memory was so personal — the emotions so raw, it made Lance feel like an intruder.

With those emotions echoing in his chest, Lance decided, “I’ll trust you. For now.”

Lance wasn’t as bored as he was before, having someone to talk to for most of the remaining duration of his quarantine, but the door of the room next door opening was still a huge relief for him. He leapt off his bed and rushed to the glass pane in excitement.

In came everyone, all looking tense. They closed the door behind them. Their mouths moved, but Lance couldn’t hear a word. They talked to each other for a while longer before Allura gave Coran a nod. Then, Coran fiddled with the control panel in front of the window pane on their side. The speaker crackled for a while before falling somewhat silent, save for the added ambient sounds from the other room, but otherwise, everyone remained quiet. Lance stared at the team, waiting for someone to speak.

It took a while before the silence was broken.

“Hey, Lance,” Keith said. “Can you hear me?” He was the most calm in this situation. Somehow.

“H-Hey. Yeah. You’re clear.”

“We’ve got some results,” Pidge said as she flipped through the pages of her folder. Her voice was rather soft, like she didn’t know how to speak to him now. Honestly, Lance couldn’t blame her. “We ran some checks and there’s this worm-like parasite in stuck in your spine.”

Parasite?! Vree whined loudly in Lance’s head.

“Your tissues seemed to have healed over it in an unusual way… Probably because of the healing pod.”

Oh… That… would explain why I’m stuck like this.

Lance asked, “Is there a way to take the… well, parasite out?”

Lance! Not you too!

“Surgery, maybe,” Hunk said. “But it’s going to be, like, really difficult considering how it’s practically attached to your spinal cord. Removing it might cause spinal damage. I mean, none of us here are medical experts, so unless we’ve got a doctor, we don’t really know what to do.”

Lance winced.

“We will try to find a surgeon who can remove the parasite,” Allura said. “But… we shouldn’t get our hopes too high.”

Parasite again. Stop calling me that.

Bending down to Pidge’s height, Coran flipped through the folder in her hand. Pidge visibly cringed at the page that Coran, who swiftly took out the piece of paper, had stopped at. “Here is the thing, Number 3,” Coran explained as he pressed the paper against the glass pane for Lance to look at, “the creature living in your spine now looks like this.”

Lance leaned into the glass and squinted at the picture.

It was a grotesque black-and-white photo of a creature lodged between what looked like the bones and nerves of his spine. It looked like some kind of half-worm, half-spider thing.

Coran lifted the page off the glass slightly to point at the image of the parasite. “The creature is lodged between the disk of your vertebrae and entangled with some of your spinal nerves. It’s rather tricky, you see?”

That’s a whole lot of mess I’ve gotten into.

“You can say that again,” Lance said in response to both Coran and Vree.

“We will be running one more test for you. But for that, we will require Princess Allura to enter your room,” Shiro said.

Everyone on the other side was tensed up again.

“We’ll be on guard,” Keith said, lifting his bayard up for Lance to see. “Just, um, don’t transform or attack Allura or something, and we’ll be fine, I think. She’s just coming in to check on your quintessence stuff. It shouldn’t hurt…” He glanced to Allura for affirmation, and when she nodded, he looked back at Lance. “Can you do that?”

I suppose that’s fine…? If that’s really it, Vree said. Can we trust them?

Lance smiled. They wouldn’t lie to him. “Okay, yeah. Allura can do her thing. No problem.”

Allura was let into the quarantine room. Everyone else was deathly still. “Hey, princess,” Lance said with a tiny wave. He chuckled nervously. “W-will this hurt by the way?”

“It should not,” Allura assured him. She raised her palms towards him and wrapped them around the crown of his head. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. Then, Lance and Allura began to glow a soft light.

Allura slowly opened her eyes and revealed her glowing purple irises. The light faded. “Your quintessence is still the same,” she said.

“So Lance is still Lance?” Hunk asked, his hands clenched in front of his chest.

“Yes. His soul has not been changed fundamentally.”

Everyone visibly relaxed with a sigh in unison.

“I could sense the quintessence of another creature in your back, as expected. And its quintessence is intricately entangled with yours. Like a bond of some sort,” she continued.

Like a telepathic one?

Allura yelped and leapt back.

“Princess!” Coran yelled.

Keith charged in, pushing Allura behind him, as Hunk and Pidge followed behind. Eyes determined, they brandished their bayards at Lance, who raised his arms in surrender.

Maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Sorry.

“I’m half-convinced you’re doing these things on purpose,” Lance muttered bitterly.

“W-Wait,” Allura said, gently nudging Keith away. “Lance, have you established a telepathic bond with the parasite?”

For the last time, I’m not a parasite… Lance could almost sense a pout in Vree’s voice.

“Well, yeah. And Vree doesn’t really like you guys calling them a parasite,” Lance said.

I can talk through you, so anyone with direct skin contact with you can hear what I say.

“Skin contact lets him talk to others apparently,” Lance explained.

Tentatively, Allura placed a hand on Lance’s arm. “Like this?”

Yep! That’s right!

A frown creased Allura’s brow as she tried to process this new information. “H-How unusual,” she mumbled.

“Wait, Princess Allura, you can actually talk to the para— to the thing?” Shiro asked.

Allura nodded.

“That sounds kinda gross. Talking to some worm thing, I mean,” Pidge commented.

Before Vree could respond to that, Allura asked them, “Is speaking to multiple people possible?”

Um… Yeah, I think so.

Allura seized the closest person, Keith, and made him hold Lance by the hand. “Say something.”

Um, hello again.

Keith blinked several times, surprised. “H-hello? I guess?”

And, Lance, I’ve been meaning to ask this but what is this strange feeling in your chest whenever this—

“Vree! Alright! Okay! Um! Uhhh...” a red-faced Lance shouted to interrupt Vree. “Anyone else want to try out this whole new concept of speaking to aliens through direct contact?”

Eventually, after much talking and convincing, everyone was in direct contact with Lance, who was weirded out by the number of hands on his arms.

“You want to do a self-intro, Vree?” Lance asked.

I am Vrizerain from Regeunde. Most call me Vree.

“Wait. Did you say you are from Regeunde?” Coran exclaimed. “But we visited the planet right after we rescued Hunk and Lance, and there was… no one left there.”

The Regeunders… are extinct now. Or at least, they’re not on Regeunde anymore.

Coran sighed loudly.

My kind are the Immarin, and I assume you don’t know of us. The Regeunders never found out about us either. We attach ourselves to other species so we can blend in with the Regeunders.

“So what I, um, transformed into,” Lance said.

“But I thought Regeunders were small cats,” Keith said, turning to look at Coran.

Are they? Well, they’ve been gone for ten thousand years. We don’t really know what they look like anymore. I’m sorry.

“Evolution?” Hunk suggested. “A lot can change in ten thousand years. Especially if the Galra threaten the planet.”

Pidge nodded at the possibility. “Transformation is pretty useful if you are threatened. Essentially, Lance and this, um, Vree have a symbiotic relationship at the moment where the host, I assume, offers nutrients while the symbiont provides an alternative defense mechanism.”

That’s right. The amount of nutrients we can usually obtain outside of our host’s body is only enough for survival. We need a lot more if we aim to live longer and reproduce.

Lance paled. “Hold up—”

We clone outside of the host’s body, Lance.

“Okay, that’s a relief. You know, too many movies I’ve seen have these weird creatures being inside humans and bursting—”

“Lance,” Keith interrupted, “I beg you to stop. It’s kind of bad enough as it is right now.”

“Okie dokie. Yep. That’s probably a good idea.”

“How did you attach yourself to Lance?” Coran asked. “Surely not on Regeunde. They didn’t even get to reach that planet.”

“Long story short,” Lance replied, “Remember those cuts on my back? I landed on a pile of those, um, specimens, plus all the glass, and while I was like that, they kinda crawled in through the wound in my back.”

Pidge cringed. “Ugh, gross, gross, gross.”

“Well, it was only because of Vree that I could make it out of the ship. They helped me navigate through everything and stuff, apparently.”

“So what else can you do, uh, Vree?” Allura pressed.

I can read Lance’s mind. And I know that he’s currently thinking of this movie called Alien. Specifically the part where this man’s chest—

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Shiro said.

Sorry. That’s fair.

“You can read his mind,” Hunk said. “As in, everything he’s thinking?”

Um… Yeah. It’s to facilitate efficient communication between me and my host.

“That is…” Allura pursed her lips. “That is rather dangerous… isn’t it? For us. It would be terrible if our information were to be leaked out.”

“We need that surgery asap,” Hunk said. “I don’t trust that parasite.”

Lance felt Vree’s discomfort like a itch in his chest. Umm… Sorry but I- Well, I’m not a para—

“Look here,” Hunk yelled, glaring at Lance’s back. “As far as I’m concerned you’re invading my best friend’s body. You’re a parasite. And, now, you’re even invading his own private life! I don’t care what the purpose of your mind reading is, it’s personal. We all have things we want to keep personal.

“Hey, Hunk,” Lance said, shrugging as best as he could with all the hands on his arms. “It’s not that—”

Hunk’s eyes darted upwards. “Lance, we don’t know this Vree friend of yours. You shouldn’t be accepting this so quickly. For all we know, this Vree creature can be dangerous. Letting anyone into your brain and thoughts is never a good idea.” He huffed. “And I assume that puma thing I saw was you?”

Well, um, yes—

“And it wasn’t the lizard thing that killed the Galra either, was it? It was you, right?” Hunk continued. “That thing was dead after all. I bet you killed it too.”

You’re right agai—

“I knew it! I knew it, knew it, knew it! That thing has been bothering me from the beginning! Do you guys not understand the danger of this?!”

Pidge was the first to pick up on what Hunk meant. “Lance’s body was controlled without him knowing.”

A shudder ran through the rest of the team as Lance laughed nervously. “Hey, um…”

Vree tried to explain, I only have partial control over his body’s actions while in the transformed state. I can’t control a thing while he is, um, normal. And Lance was unconscious previously so I could control his body without a hitch.

“Yeah,” Lance agreed quickly. “And Keith probably saw today that I had control over my own actions as well! You know, it’s like one person is using the trackpad and one person is using the mouse on the same laptop at the same time.”

“Lance, you knew about this?!” Hunk breathed, outraged. “That thing used your body to… to kill all those Galra like that! Without you knowing a thing!”

“I-It can’t really be helped, right?” Lance smiled back in reassurance. “Besides, I was in mortal danger and stuff, so Vree actually saved me. Although I wished everything wasn’t done so brutall—”

Hunk cut him off. “Lance, this means there could be a next time when you are unconscious or sleeping or — I don’t know — and- and that thing can just use you to do whatever shady business it wants or even murder us! Do you understand that?”

I promise I won’t do that. I really don’t mean any harm, Vree pleaded. We, Immarins, as a species are generally—

Hunk groaned loudly and let go of Lance, refusing to hear another word from Vree. “As if we can just take your word for it. We’re not little kids. A pinky swear that you’ll do no harm isn’t going to convince us.”

Everyone was holding their breath. Their eyes were on Lance, as though pleading him to say something in response, because no one else knew what to say — even if they could muster the courage to speak up.

“Look, Hunk,” Lance’s voice was gentle. “Vree’s just trying their best.”

“I’m just trying to protect you, Lance,” Hunk replied, looking at Lance earnestly. “And this team. We can’t risk it.”

“I get it,” Lance replied, voice firm now. “We’re all worried, but Vree’s scared too. And it’ll be difficult from here on out if we’re all super defensive and stuff.”

“Lance, why do you trust it? What makes you think you can trust it?” Hunk shouted, punctuating his sentences with gestures. “Why aren’t you more wary?”

“H-hey,” Keith said, “Hunk.” He looked between the Red and Yellow Paladin, somewhat regretting speaking up. “I’m sure Lance has his reasons. Right?”

“Yeah.” Lance stood his ground. “I may not be able to read Vree’s mind, but I can feel their emotions. I know that they are genuinely concerned and sincere. And, right now, you are hurting them.”

“Those so-called emotions,” Hunk said, air-quoting, “can be some way to dupe you, Lance. Did you even learn anything after Nyma tricked you?”

Lance gasped softly.

“Do you want a repeat of that again? This time, it won’t just be your lion, Lance! You can’t trust this parasite!”

“But what else can I do but trust Vree?” Lance screamed. “Vree’s there and we can’t just get rid of them. Not unless I want to severely damage my spinal cord! You guys said it yourself! So all I can do is trust them and pray for the best. I’m scared too, okay? But what other choice do I have?”

Hunk’s eyes widened.

“Oh! Or you could just lock me in a cryopod for the rest of my life until we can take them out,” Lance said, sarcasm dripping from his words. “You know, that way I won’t have any thoughts for Vree to access, and there’s no way for them to do anything with my body. Would you like that instead?” His breath hitched as he realised what he had just said. “Oh. Oh no,” he breathed. “Oh god, Hunk. I-I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“No,” Hunk said, holding his hands up. “You’re not wrong.” He rubbed his eyes roughly with his palm and let out an exasperated groan. “I’m out. I’m out.”

“God. I’m sorry, Hunk,” Lance stuttered out in alarm. He pushed everyone aside and seized his best friend, who froze.

With bated breath, the world waited. Then, with gentle, warm hands, Hunk pried Lance’s fingers away from his arm. “Please just give me some space.” With that, he left, closing the door behind him lightly.

Everyone in the room stood still, not uttering a word. It was so unusual to see Hunk flare up like that, but it was even more unusual to see the two best friends yell at each other. It felt almost surreal to witness this. A bitter taste was left on everyone’s tongue.

But Lance had it worst. His chest was aching with guilt, and his head was hot with anger, both at everything, and at himself. His lungs were searing with the urge to yell, yet he felt that he had no right to raise his voice any further.

God. Why the hell did he have to yell and say things like that? Why did he have to be stuck with this wreck of a situation?

The first thing to break the heavy silence wasn’t even a noise.

I’m really sorry.

#klance #voltron #vld #lance #hunk #fanfic'#my writing #symbiosis au #conflict #angst #parasites #aliens #monsters #transformation

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fanfics-that-shouldnt-exist · 6 years ago

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I Always Saw You

Chapter two: back to the castle

Chapter one:

~flash back to the night it started~

“GOT IT! LANCE hand me the red wire.” Pidge held out her hand, tinkering with the converter she was working on to make altean tech work with her game console. Lance watched her, he didn’t noticing he was admiring her mind, figure and the way she scrunched her face up when she was working on a project for a while.

“All right power. Her. up.” Pidge grabbed a seat next to him along with a controller. A soft blue light fell over the room as the two cheered. With each match the two absentmindedly got closer to each other. The two did a dance with their fighters. Bobbing and weaving each punch and kick, Pidge with slightly more success Lance chuckled to himself thinking it was just like their arguments.

Pidge kept score with a small note pad between them, originally on her opposite side until Lance complained that she would cheat. To which she obeyed, but not before smacked him with the notepad, grumbling about how he’s the one who always gave her the laggy controller. When lance won he would get the same excuse of the controllers or cheap/ lucky hit. Pidge’s victory chants were met with laughs and smiles as she embarrassed herself with small dances and goody cheers

“Another one for me. That makes it, what, 18 to 3?” Pidge said to him, a blush creeped on to her face realizing that she had her thigh almost completely on his.

“No way, look I won 5. I thought you were the math genius. Count. See.” Lance retorted aggressively pointing at the notepad.

“Well, either way I won so that means you have to go get snacks.” Pidge said. Lance rolled his eyes, got up, only to fall back down. And there he was face to face with the girl he had seen as a sister, the girl who had seen him before the glory of voltron and still cared for him. Face to face didn’t seem to fit in Lances mind. To him, it was like a magnet drawing him to her, the friction heating the room and their faces. Pidge looked at him with wide eyes, almost waiting for him to move forward. He wanted to, dear god did he want to. Put suddenly he felt a cold breeze of memories, ones that he didn’t want to lose if she didn’t want the same. The breeze was enough to make him shoot up.

“I-I’m gonna go get those snacks.” he bolted out of the room. In the kitchen, his head played back memories. As he reached for her favorite snacks;, Zarkon’s Zippers, the closest thing to doritos they could find, and a lolipop’s named Little Lotor’s Lolli’s; a memory popped in, the day he met Pidge, the first time he heard that laugh that made his heart melt, their first hug. I can’t lose that, I can’t lose her. Just as the thoughts ran in his head, Pidge came in. She looked at him with that smile, that damn smile that made him feel like he was back on Varadero Beach.

“Let’s play a few more rounds before we go to bed. Sound good?” he nodded to her and grabbed the snacks, following in toe. The two of them played late into what they called night, even though there was no day or night in space.

“That’s 34 for me and 11 for yo-” pidge yawned out falling asleep on his shoulder. He looked down at her, smiling. Had she always looked this adorable? Lance always thought she was cute but in the little sister way. After all she was like his sister, wasn’t she?

Lance found himself leaning in. Just as he got close enough to feel her breath on his face, she let a small snore. He chuckled to himself. He picked her up and walk over to his small bed. While she was actual probably only 40 or 50 pounds lighter, she felt like rag doll in his arms. Just as beautiful too. She looks so peaceful. When was the last time she had a full night’s sleep. Aww she’s starting to drool. I mean ewwww. Not like she’s the only girl, not related to me, that I’ve been too nervous to flirt with. FUCK, damn it Lance get it together. Lance laid her down and pulled the cover over her shoulders and under her neck.He started to a make a bed on the ground with spare pillows and blankets.

“Lance” she whispered looking at him, eyelids half closed. The way her eyes looked at him, soft, sweet. It made his heart skip a beat. “I can’t let you sleep on the floor.” she said a little louder.

“ And I can’t say no to having a girl sleep in my bed… Shit. Sorry don’t hit me.” he laughed finishing the little cot.

“Just get your ass over here and I won’t.” Lance blinked at her scooting over. Lance couldn’t believe his ears. He slowly walked to the bed and sat down next to her. I can’t get close to her. What if she doesn’t want me in the bed and was just being nice? No, Pidge would tell me if she didn’t want me. In the bed, who knows if she wants me--

He was pulled from his thoughts by an arm across his torso. The small gremlin, as Lance called her in fights, wormed her way on his side. Her head was awkwardly stuck in his armpit. Well now it looks like I have no choice but to be near her. He pulled her head up gently. Taking note of the softness in her hair. He ran his hand through her hair and kissed the top of her head gently, thinking she was asleep.

“You watching me in my sleep and trying to make a move on me, creep” pidge groaned out.

“I should have known you weren’t asleep. You weren’t snoring.” he whispered, not taking his hand out of her hair. “I hope the kiss didn’t weird you out or anything”

“Why would it? It was just a friendly peck, don’t worry Matt used to give me them all the time. I guess this makes it official though, I dub thee honorary Holt.” Pidge said just above a whisper. The words stung lance in a way he didn’t want to admit. His muscles tensed under her small weight and her heavy words.

“Speaking of Holts. Since your name isn’t really Pidge and you were born a female, what’s your birth name. Should I start calling you like Samantha or something? Our do you go by a male name and use he/him or like-” lance asked hoping not to offend her. She stopped him by turning on top of him looking straight into his blue eyes. She was lying right on top of him. Lance tried to calm down so she wouldn’t feel his heart racing or any other excitements that could follow. He thanked whatever higher being there was that it was too dark to see his blush.

“While I’m glad you learned the importance of pronouns and respecting identities, I really don’t care if you see me as a guy or girl. I’m more than what’s in my pants. So as long as you say it with respect, I don’t mind any pronouns.” She could feel his eyes scanning her face for any sign of uncomfortableness but she felt oddly at home with him. It was something she couldn’t quite place but she didn’t linger on it, knowing whatever it was Lance would help her through it. “Oh and my names Katie, but you can still call me Pidge. Shiro and my dad are the only ones who really call me Katie now.”

“So Space dad and Earth dad?”

“No Earth dad is a taken title by Adam. Shout don’t tell Keith or Shiro. Neither of us are supposed to know who that is. Okay?” He nodded still confused at the sudden name drop. She rolled back onto her side next to him. After a few minutes both fell soundly asleep.

Morning came with the rude awakening of Shiro’s metal fist on the door. It slid open as the black paladin walked in.

“Hey Lance! Have you see--OH MY GOD” His space fatherly instincts kicked in. Katie, the little girl he promised his best friend he’d take care of, was in the arms of the most flirtatious boy in space. Shiro pulled lance out from under Katie by his collar causing Katie to fall on her side, waking both paladins from their cozy sleep. The two quickly lost any drowsiness they may have had after seeing the anger in Shiro’s eyes

“What the hell is going on here?” Shiro said as calmly as he could muster. But by the look on Lance face, it was just short of a yell.

“WOah. Shiro, buddy I don’t think you know what happened.please put me down. Shiro please.” Lance stubbled in his grip.

“So tell me what happened here. Because to me it looks like you, the biggest flirt from Earth, the guy that tries to sleep with literally every girl that passes him, Had a one night stand with the one female on in voltron. So what did you run out of options and decide to pray on a 15 year old kid? Cause that’s what it looks like too me.” Shiro dropped him on the far end on the bed. Grabbing the chair from Pidge’s desk. His eyes shot open in horror. “Unless this is like a reoccurring thing? Please tell me you guys at least used protection.” he asked hoping he was wrong on the first part.

“ Oh my god! Shiro this wasn’t a one time thing. It’s a zero time thing. Nothing happened” Pidge said shrinking under the covers.

“Really ? Zero time thing. Rude.” Lance huffed out.

“Not the time.” Shiro and Pidge both chastised.

“Sorry.“ Lance whispered.

“Walk me through what happened, I want to make sure no one gets hurt here. But please don’t get graphic.” Shiro sighed looking anywhere but the two paladins. As the two of them explained what happened, both casually leaving out Lance’s fall, metaphorical or physical, and the kiss on the head out, Shiro thanked god he didn’t have to have the birds and the bees talk with them. Especially since he awkwardly sat next to Adam when they had the talk with Keith and said nothing, so he had no idea what to even say now.

“Okay now that that is settled with.” the two boys got ready to head out the door when Pidge spoke up.

“ Why do you even care Shiro?” The words shocked both boys so much that lance just started running and shiro froze. “I know we all like to call you space dad but your not really. I have a dad he’s still out there.” Shiro sat down next to her.

“Katie, when Matt and I got seperated he made me promise to look after you if I found made it out before him. So all that time we spent bonding I started to see you like the little sister i always begged my mom for. And you do call me dad sometimes so I guess I also see you like my daughter. I know lance is a good guy but seeing you in bed with him made me only think of his misogynistic ways, I just don’t want him to treat you like just some other girl.” Shiro tried his best to explain.

“What’s wrong with other girls?” Pidge said half serious, ready to debunk how that statement was sexist.

“Nothing I just meant that we have a family dynamic in the castle, and we need to trust and take care of each other to both keep that dynamic and to save the universe. Were as with other girls, Lance’s flirting won’t get in the way of the greater good or our friendship.” Shiro gave her a small smile hoping he explained himself well. He clapped his metal hand softly on her back. ”Now let’s go get some breakfast so that I that I can train with Lance.”the two got up and walked to the door.

“Your gonna kick his ass aren’t you?” She asked a little worried.

“Oh completely slaughter.” he laughed. But even Shiro’s beating couldn’t wipe Lance’s smile, after all he had the picture of the perfect girl with him ingrained in his head.

#plance #volton legendary defender #volton #vld #lance mcclain #pidgance #pidge holt #pidge gunderson #katie gunderson #katie holt #plance fic #smartwater #seasalt #flirtybot #flirtyrobot #teal

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matt-hoelt-blog · 7 years ago

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Can you write Allura + the paladins headcanons where the reader is really comfortable with nudity and the paladins accidentally see them naked for the first time (not dating pleaseee) thank you ☀️

hi love! thank you for requesting this, i had a lot of fun writing this, and simply writing these headcanons in general. hope you enjoy em! -viper

Shiro:-SHIT-he’s SORRY-he walked into your room to ask you some shit about blueprints and he was surprised with his friends TITS-he has his own tits… those are the only tits he needs to see..-he’s!! yelling!! please forgive him -i feel like shiro would have one hand over his eyes and another in your closet to get you a shirt-did i mention that his entire face is fuckigngg RED-red lion WHO-he’s blushing in both embarrassment and attraction and it’s Scary-after he walks out of your room, apologizing, he’s just talking to himself, trying to ignore the fact that you look so NICE and comfortable with yourself

Keith:-keith is disassociating like all the time??? i don’t even think he’d NOTICE you’re naked-tbh i feel like he’d also be comfortable with nudity-i’m cackling i have the image of a spaced out keith just staring at the ceiling, butt ass naked, laying down on his bed-“if there’s infinite space, how many empires are there? ones greater than the galra empire? oh, why is my dick cold?”-he’s 100% calm with you being naked -“hello? keith? i’m naked?? why aren’t you yelling?” “oh, worm?”-suggests you put a blanket on-you reply with a no-“ok”

Lance:-??!?????!?-he walked into the bathroom as you were getting ready for a shower because he wanted to take one as well -��no i am NOT looking at my friends junk!! why am i thinking about it oh NO i looked FUCK”-you’re just casually standing there with a smile trying to make small talk as the water warms up-you then turn around to check the water temp and-“wow nice ass”-IT JUST SLIPPED OUT IT WASNT PLANNED-your instant response is “shut the fuck up lance”-he just says “don’t slip!! bye” and slams the bathroom door shut, sliding down against it-“wow a nap sounds great right now. why the fuck did they act like everything was normal”

Hunk: -he turns around instantly in embarrassment and shock-“hey pidge and i need your h- NO OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO INTRUDE PLEASE DONT BE MAD IM-“-you interrupt him and assure him that you weren’t doing anything!! it��s okay!! -he’s still mortified because he thinks he invaded your privacy so he just walks tf outta there and tells you to get dressed and go to pidges lab-after you help hunk and pidge with some science shit, he comes up to you once more and tries to spit out a “sorry” -but NOPE !! you then inform him that you’re comfortable with that stuff!! you’re not mad at him-everything kinda clicks and he smiles and everything is good !!!-the next few times he walks in on you nude, he’s completely chill

Pidge:-walks in to play a video game with you and you’re just sitting bare on your bed, brushing your hair-she says nothing nor has a reaction-literally just walks the immediate fuck out of your room -not really phased?? she just asks you later on why you were so calm about being seen naked -after you tell her about you being comfortable with yourself and nudity and all, she totally gets it!!-like hunk, she’s chill the next new times she walks in on you-she personally wouldn’t try it out, but once you two start dating, she cuddles your bare form like a little koala-i’m crying i love my koala woman

Allura: -i personally feel like she’s someone comfortable with nudity herself, especially when it’s rare for her to be nude due to her keeping up her royal profile and such-which means she’s fine with it-until she walks into your room with shiro to get you for group training -and you’re just ass naked chillin on your bed-“hi allura” “hello”-like i said, she’s fine with it, so she’s awfully confused as shiro yells rapid apologies and turns away-10 minutes later and she’s been told that genitals just slinging around in open air is, in fact, NOT common in human culture-she’s ok with that because she’s proud that you’re comfortable with such things!!-peaceful cotton candy wife

#voltron #voltron legendary defenders #voltron x reader #shiro x reader #keith x reader #lance x reader #hunk x reader #pidge x reader #allura x reader #mod viper

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lordofthebigtimesupernatural · 7 years ago

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For the Single Parent Shiro AU. Can we get more of Keith and Red moments? I adore Red!!

Hello! So I decided to combine this with a prompt that I also received from @clumsykit because the two worked super well together!

clumsykit said: Hello! Sorry in advance I had no idea where to ask this so hopefully this is okay! I’ve been in love with your single!dad Shiro AU for a while now and I was wondering if you weren’t too swamped with prompts already if I could give you one?Okay so I’m a sucker for h/c, so I was wondering if you could write something where Keith (whatever age you find suitable) faints, he could overwork himself, he could be sick, he could have a panic attack, whatever, just anything that ends in him fainting and Shiro absolutely freaking out, with a bunch of fluff and cuddles at the end!Sorry if it’s too much to ask or if you’re busy! Thanks.

I just love Red and Keith prompts! I’ve been meaning to do more Keith and Red, so thank you for asking for her! This pup loves her master so much and she is precious! Thank you and I hope you enjoy this prompt.

x.V.x

Red was the best girl.

Red was well aware that she was the best girl too. She knew very well that Keith and everyone else thought of her as the best girl. Ever since the day that Shiro and Keith had brought Red home when Keith was six, she had wormed her way up to the top. She’d been by Keith’s side through many heartbreaks and troubles over the years. She’d also been there for all of the good times and love that filled Keith’s life.

Even now, when Keith was sixteen, Red was still doing what she did best at his side. First and foremost, she was Keith’s service dog. While Keith had gotten better control over his anxiety and attacks over the years, he still needed Red’s help even throughout high school. There was a time when Keith was a freshman and a sophomore where Keith didn’t bring Red to school, out of embarrassment, and those had been the worst years of bullying in Keith’s life.

When Keith finally started bringing Red back into school during his junior year, kids had tried to start their usual bullying with Keith. First by taunting Keith over the fact that he even needed a service dog before then following their traditional, idiotic taunts.

However, Red shut that down within the first two weeks of school.

She snapped at anyone that tried to harm Keith and frightened more kids than the school admitted. During a brief stint, the parents of bullies tried to force Red to leave, claiming that she was a danger to students. Yet, overprotective Mama-bear Shiro had pointed out that Red never had any bad altercations in the past, was up to date in her training, was the top of her class and he pointed out that Red didn’t ever get involved unless Keith was being threatened.

Which pointed out that the only reason Red would growl would be if kids were threatening Keith, and that wasn’t what your child was doing, was it Karen?

After that, no one bothered Red anymore and Keith wasn’t bullied anymore.

Sure, Keith still was the least popular guy but he could care less about that kind of stuff. As long as he and his friends were happy, that was all that mattered.

Thus, Red Shirogane attended high school with her master and life was good.

“Oh my god, it’s so hot!” Lance moaned tiredly. He tried fanning himself again with the hat he was wearing. Beside him, Pidge barely moved from where they were laying face first in the grass on top of several ice packs. Hunk whimpered pitifully as he tried to curl into the shade even deeper. Keith moaned beside Lance tossing a glare at him.

“Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” Keith snapped as he fanned himself with his own hat.

The group of friends were outside of the gym, attending Keith and Lance’s dance practice. Normally Lance was all for practicing his routines and ballet moves, and even Keith was more excited to be dancing, but today the heat had been atrocious. Several other dancers had skipped practice today when they realized the coach would be in a meeting all day. Lance had almost wished he and Keith had skipped, but then again there was a reason that Keith and Lance were the unofficial “captains” of the team. It was because of their hard work and dedication.

“Shut it Mullet-head, or I’ll fight you.” Lance glared at Keith. He could feel literal sweat dripping down his back and into his shorts. It was disgusting.

“I’ll have to post-pone you on that. Can’t move.” Keith grumbled and flopped back onto the ground. He briefly grinned when Red raised her head up off the ground, to sniff his face and give it a lick. Carefully, Keith scratched under Red’s chin.

Red was underneath the bleachers, thankfully in the shade with a bowl of water next to her. Keith was continuously filling the bowl up with water whenever it got low.

“Aw, why do you get doggy kisses?” Hunk pouted sadly when Red finished licking Keith’s face. He was the next closest to Red, besides Keith, and he had yet to receive any loving kisses from the adorable dog named Red.

“Sorry bro, she likes me the best.” Keith shrugged, feeling as if he was melting out of his skin. He was actually starting to feel light headed. Plus his head was starting to hurt. Damn heat. Keith poured some more water into Red’s bowl and Red lapped it up happily. Then she gently nosed Keith’s cheek, causing the boy to giggle softly. However, it was way too hot to fully enjoy Keith’s kisses.

“True, true.” Hunk sighed sadly and Pidge raised a hand above their head to give Hunk a thumbs up. Lance gently prodded their back with a stick when they didn’t move.

“How long can a Pidge stay in the sun before they shrivel up?” He asked when Pidge merely hissed into the ground.

“I’m not sure. This is the longest I’ve seen a Pidge out in sunlight before.” Hunk shrugged and Keith nodded in agreement. He shuffled away when Red nosed his cheek again. His headache was starting to get worse. Also, was the room spinning?

“Fuck. You.” Pidge mumbled.

“It lives!” Lance and Hunk cheered. Red raised her head, tail wagging behind her and then she barked happily in agreement. She lapped up some more water causing Keith to blink when his vision swam. Man it was hot.

“Is Shiro here yet?” Lance moaned again while Keith tried to focus on the tree above them.

“He’ll be here in like half an hour?” Keith murmured. He tried to look down at the watch on his arm, only to be alarmed when he noticed the numbers were all blurred. He blinked rapidly, before he felt Red grabbing his wrist and then his hand was wet.

“Red? Ew, that’s your bowl.” Keith mumbled when he realized that Red was shoving his hand into her water bowl. He gently tugged his wrist away and out of Red’s mouth, ignoring her huff. His head hurt even worse.

“Ugh,” Lance flopped back onto the ground and poured his own water bottle all over his face.

“You said it.” Hunk replied tiredly.

The group sat comfortably for a little while longer in silence. That is until Lance broke it to complain once more.

“Ugh, when is Shiro coming?!”

Keith blinked silently when black spots filled his vision and his head was pounding harder than before. He swallowed thickly and felt Red nudge his hand again.

“Dad’s coming?” Keith asked confused for a moment.

“Uh, yeah. You told us.” Lance sat up quickly with a frown. He glanced over at Hunk and saw the same frown on Hunk’s face, and even Pidge was starting to sit up.

“I did?” Keith licked his dry lips, barely moving his head to look at the others. Pidge, Hunk and Lance all shared another look over Keith’s head. This time they were each feeling more anxious than before.

“Keith, are you feeling alright?” Pidge asked quietly, getting up from their spot in the grass. They moved themselves so that they were right in front of Keith. Red had immediately gotten up from her spot to stand next to Keith, pushing her nose against Keith’s cheek.

“Pidge? When did you get here?” Keith practically slurred.

Pidge’s eyes widened and they looked over at Lance and Hunk, terrified. Quickly, the other two were right beside Pidge and Red was pushing her entire body up against Keith. Looking at Keith clearly, Pidge could see that Keith was pale. Much, much paler than normal. His eyes were hazy and unfocused and he was starting to shake. Bad.

“Lance? Hunk?” Keith’s words were slurring even worse than before, raising alarm in the three friends. Red whined before pawing at Keith’s hand. Keith barely noticed her.

“Keith, man, are you alright? Do you need the shade?” Lance asked nervously when Keith blinked in response. He waited anxiously as Keith said nothing else, silently debating if they needed to call Shiro right away.

“Gonna faint.” Keith finally mumbled. Lance, Hunk and Pidge only had a second before Keith’s eyes rolled back in his head and he was slumping backwards. Red barked loudly several times but she had luckily placed herself under her master in an effort to gently ease him to the ground. Otherwise Keith would have just dropped.

“Oh god, oh god! Keith?! Keith!?” Lance shrieked, jumping up from where he was sitting. Beside him, Pidge wasn’t faring any better and they were grabbing at their hair and pacing back and forth. Immediately, Hunk started fanning Keith with his hands after Red had set Keith’s head on the ground.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Lance scrambled off the ground and couldn’t decide between grabbing Keith or grabbing his bag. All the while, Keith didn’t so much as move an inch. He was truly unconscious and it was unnerving. “What if he fried his brain?! What do we do?”

“I don’t know! I’m not a doctor!” Pidge shouted back, tapping their neck furiously. Now more than ever, they wished they had paid attention to Matt’s explanations when he was helping her.

Silently, Red was digging inside Keith’s bag while no one noticed. She pulled out his jacket and old clothes. With the clothes in her mouth, she trotted over to Keith’s legs and dropped the pile into a large lump beside Keith. Then ever so carefully, she began to shove the clothes under Keith’s legs with her shout.

She struggled for a while under his limp form before Hunk noticed what she was doing and he gasped.

Quickly, he picked up Keith’s legs as gently as he could and raised them above the pile of clothes, along with a backpack that Hunk snatched up. Keep the legs elevated. Red barked in response, to which Hunk took as a thanks before she was trotting back to her water bowl and Keith’s water bottle. Hunk watched in awe as Red delicately grabbed the bowl in her jaw, holding it upright so very little water spilt. Then she was near Keith’s head and beginning to pour the water along his scalp and forehead.

Hunk followed Red’s lead and took the water bottle in his hands before pouring water along Keith’s hands, neck and feet (after removing his shoes).

“Lance, get me a towel or cloth and wet it with cold water.” Hunk replied, eyes trained on Red and Keith. Once Red had finished pouring the water along Keith’s head, she dropped the bowl and scavenged for more water.

Thankfully, Lance didn’t argue and instead did exactly as Hunk had asked as quick as possible.

“Put that on Keith’s forehead. Cool it down when it starts to get too hot.” Hunk said, accepting another water bottle from Red when she stood next to him. The body needs to cool down slowly. Don’t use ice water. Red barked in agreement, causing Hunk’s lips to twitch upwards.

“Good girl,” Hunk replied and gave Red a pat on the head. “Keith will be fine.” Red continued to nose at Keith’s head every few minutes, but Keith never once woke up during the whole ordeal. However, Hunk could see that Keith’s chest was rising and falling at a fairly normal pace. His breathing isn’t shallow yet.

“Pidge, I need you to call 911 and then Shiro. I think Keith is suffering from dehydration and heat stroke. He probably needs an IV.” Hunk said over his shoulder. Pidge was nervously wringing their hands together behind Hunk and Lance, feeling useless. Nodding vigorously, Pidge raced to their backpack and grabbed their cellphone.

Hunk heard them talking to an operator in the background and he focused all of his attention on Keith at hand. Red was maneuvering herself so that her body was underneath Keith’s hand, while simultaneously staring at Hunk as if saying, “You are a good human. Now fix my human.” and honestly, Hunk was a little unnerved.

“How’s his head feel?” Hunk asked softly as he poured some more water along Keith’s neck. In the midst of reapplying a new, cool cloth, Lance felt Keith’s forehead.

“Still way too warm but it’s not as bad as before.” Lance said just as the three of them could hear the sounds of sirens. Immediately Red was barking loudly from her position beside Keith. The entire time, Hunk figured that Keith would awaken due to all of the commotion and noise (especially as the ambulance was right next to them), but Keith never once stirred. The rise and fall of Keith’s chest kept Hunk from panicking too much. He’ll be okay.

Thankfully the paramedics were quick to take over, and giving Hunk and the others a rest. Red stayed guard vigilante beside Keith as the paramedics checked him over and set him onto a gurney. When they were loading Keith onto the ambulance, Red jumped into the ambulance under the gurney with Keith. One paramedic jumped in shock while the other tried to get Red out.

“We can’t have a dog in here! There’s no room!” A paramedic cried when Red growled and refused to leave the ambulance.

“She’s his service dog! She’s been with him for ten years!” Hunk tried to explain. One of the paramedic’s eyes widened in realization while the other continued to try and get Red out. However, Red wasn’t about to budge for anything. Not when her master was hurt.

“Come on! Out!”

“Please just let her go with you! I can ride with you and I’ll take her once you’re at the hospital.” Hunk pleaded quickly while Lance and Pidge argued in the background. “She’s his service dog and she stays by his side to make sure he’s okay. She can alert you if something is happening to him before you even know! She knows Keith best! Please!”

The one paramedic who had paused earlier looked at Hunk and then back at the protective Red. Finally, she turned to her partner.

“Let them ride, Hank.”

“Rosalynn!”

“She’s not doing any harm and she’s staying out of the way. If this really is the kid’s service dog she might come in handy. There’s no harm in letting them ride.” The woman said softly. The other paramedic bit his lip before sighing heavily and waving Hunk on.

“Fine. Only because she’s cute and he needs an IV! Let’s move!”

With that, Hunk was climbing into an ambulance and clutching Keith’s hand desperately. Please be okay.

x.V.x

“Red really is like a guardian angel.” Hunk whispered.

It was eighteen hours after Keith had collapsed and he finally felt like he wasn’t going to pass out from fear and anxiety. Keith was finally getting back to his old self and rehydrated. After about six hours on an IV, Keith had woken up. He’d woken up to Shiro, Hunk and Lance crying while Pidge and Kuro were the Disappointed Adults. Of course Shiro had scolded Keith about the importance of staying cool and drinking lots of water, before blubbering about how he was glad that his baby was okay.

Keith was more than a little mortified and when he looked to Red and Hunk for help, he received two glares.

Luckily Keith only improved as the day went on and if everything went well, he was set to go home tonight.

Shiro smiled softly, looking away from Keith who was sound asleep with Red snuggled up next to his head.

“Yeah. She always has been.”

“If it wasn’t for her, we probably all would have panicked by now.” Hunk admitted, cheeks red from embarrassment.

“Between you and me, Red’s stopped me from several meltdowns too.”

Hunk faked a gasp. “You? But you’re the dad. The insane dad man.”

“Shut it,” Shiro grinned crookedly. He leaned over and ran his fingers through Keith’s hair, causing Keith to mumble in his sleep and lean into Shiro’s touch. Hunk snickered at the sight, with his phone out and snapping away.

“She’s been amazing and every time I think she can’t do anything better she does something like this and I’m so proud.” Shiro replied, still grinning and Hunk nodded.

“Yeah, she is amazing.” Hunk said. The two sat comfortably in a quiet hum before Shiro turned to Keith with a grin.

“Text me those pictures?”

“Oh, you know it.”

#single dad shiro #Single dad shiro AU #kiddie!AU #kiddie!paladins #voltron legendary defender #thanks nonny #Red is the best girl #always and forever

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silkirose · 7 years ago

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I asked my mom to name each voltron character and their personality

Lance:

Me: “What’s his name?”

Mom: “I’m trying to think of something sly like, Leo.”

*snorts*

“He’s a player. A big flirt. Like he thinks he’s better than everybody but he’s really not.”

“Anything else?”

“No that’s it.”

“Wow.”

Keith:

Mom: “James”

Me: “JAMES?”

“And ack he’s sad god love him. He may be a bit disgruntled but he looks very sad. I think he seems like a nice guy, you know?”

“Yeah”

“He’s very closed off too. Cause he has his arms crossed. That means you’re closed off.”

Hunk:

Mom: “His name is…….. Patrick.”

Me: *laughing my ass off* “You’re giving them such generic names!”

“So? I like em names.”

*my brother from a distance* “PATRICK LMAO”

“And he looks a wee bit dozy.”

“Dozy?”

“Yeah he doesn’t know what he’s up to. He thinks he knows what he’s doing but he has no clue. He’s a big lug.”

*after being told his name is Hunk* “I like Patrick better.”

Pidge:

Mom: “I’m just gonna give her a name. Jenny.”

Me: “Jen- okay”

“And she looks like she’s a curious wee book worm girl. She’s probably really smart and slightly misunderstood maybe?”

“Is that it?”

“Ay”

Shiro:

Mom: “I’m trying to think of a name for him……….. Ian.”

Me: *trying to hold back laughter*

“Ian and he’s a wee bit scary. He’s like the leader. He’s the one in control of everything, you know? And he seems very… very distant but he wants to be closer maybe? Like he wants to be friendly but he’s gotta play the tough guy.”

Allura:

Mom: “……….Quintara.”

Me: “QUINTARA- at least it’s not something generic.”

“She looks like a princess. She looks… friendly? But a little bit sad or something? Worried maybe. But determined. She’d kill a bitch.”

*laughing our asses off cause FACTS*

Coran:

Mom: “His name is…………………………………….*long pause*…………………………….. Red.”

Me: “Red??”

“Yeah cause his hair. You know? He’s a red head.”

“Why would his name be red because of his hair color?”

“Because that’s the nickname. He’s very stuck up. Very snotty. ‘Mr. know it all.’”

“I can’t.”

“He may even speak with an English accent.”

*pissing myself at this point*

Lotor:

Mom: “….*long pause again*………. Like, fricken Zaltor?”

Me: *choking* “You’re close?”

“He’s a powerful enemy out to kill everybody. He has a dark side but he might have a light side too. He seems a wee bit soft hearted maybe? You know what, he reminded me of the princess. Allura? Yeah he reminded me of her. That, ‘I’m gonna kill. I’m soft hearted but I can kill you.’ and maybe that royalty stance gives off that impression.”

Zarkon:

Mom: *scared look* “Oh jesus……… King Buggaboo.”

Me: “wHAT??”

“I don’t know he looks like a bug! King Buggaboo!”

“THESE ARE THE VILLAINS, WHY WOULD A VILLAINS NAME BE ‘BUGGABOO?’ THAT’S NOT INTIMIDATING AT ALL.”

“True.”

“Try giving him a more intimidating name.”

“Mac.”

*w h e e z i n g*

“He’s like a big Mac Truck.”

“THAT’S NOT BETTER BUT OKAY.”

“He looks like he has a big raspy voice and he’s scary. He’s kinda like Megabyte, you know?” *she’s talking about Megabyte from reboot lmao* “He’s a trickster.”

*after explaining that he’s Lotors dad*

“Oooh…. this- this one, him? THAT’S HIS DAD?? WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO HIM???”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

Haggar:

Mom: “Ooo she looks like a witch doctor. She’s pretty dark. ‘Evil one.’ Her name’s Voltra.”

Me: “Yeah, VOLTRONS enemys name is VOLTRA.”

“Oh right it’s Voltron. I forgot the name. But she’s a nasty piece of work. There’s no soul in her.”

*me and my brother share a ‘If only she knew’ look*

*after explaining she’s Lotors mom.*

“So Zarkon is her husband.”

“Oh shit. Them two a couple? Fuck.”

#im never gonna get over buggaboo #like wtf #😂#vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #keith kogane #pidge gunderson #hunk garrett #takashi shirogane #princess allura #voltron coran #voltron haggar #prince lotor #emperor zarkon #mom

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sickficgalore · 7 years ago

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Blue Flu

Serious Space Flu, as requested by @ridiculous-in-action!! where Keith catches a bad flu from a neighbouring planet that Voltron had visited recently and complications ensue.

Keith stared at his breakfast plate of green food goo and sighs. His lack of apetite made the already usually unapetising green food goo even more unappealing. He had been sniffling ever since he woke up, his sinuses feeling all blocked and uncomfortable. In attempt to clear his nose so that he could breathe better, he leaned over to grab a tissue from the middle of the dining table before blowing his nose into it.

“What…the heck?” Keith knew space was a confusing place, but this made him more baffled than ever. Did his nose just eject sky blue snot?

“What? Are you scared of a little cold — wait, why is your snot blue?!” Lance leaned over, smirking at first and ready to tease Keith until he saw the blue substance in the napkin.

“Huh? Let me see!” Pidge said, curiosity obviously evident in her voice as she leaped right out of her seat at the dining table and ran over to Keith, Hunk and Shiro following suit.

“Let me see that.” Allura said, walking over calmly to Keith and cautiously taking the tissue from Keith and staring intensely at it, “Coran, is this Blue flu?”

“BLUE FLU? No way! How can humans contract blue flu? There is no way.” Coran exclaimed in disbelief.

“Uhh, Keith is kinda part-Galra.” Hunk reminded.

“Oh, right.” Coran cleared his throat, “Anyway, he should be fine. Blue flu isn’t serious. You probably caught it from Planet Bluerius while we were there. You’ll be better in a quintant or two.”

“Well, isn’t that GREAT..” Keith groaned. Not only was he feeling extremely uncomfortable, he was having some weird alien sickness that his part-Galra side decided to contract.

Shiro frowned, “Keith, I think you should rest for today.”

“No, no. I’m fine. I’m not that sick. I can train.” Keith attempted to reassure the team, but his clogged voice telling them otherwise.

Shiro hesitated, but went on. “Okay, but if you feel any sicker, it’s best that you tell us.” Shiro advised, knowing that with Keith’s stubborn personality, he would not skip a day’s training even if he were dying, so there was no way to talk him out of it.

After breakfast, the paladins were back at the training deck. Keith tried his best to perform as well as he usually could, but found it extremely difficult with the flu preventing him from breathing properly and his muscles aching with every movement he made. This caused him to have to take constant small breaks to leave the room to blow his nose into several tissues and to give his aching limbs short massages. The other paladins were very worried seeing Keith like this for the first time.

“Keith, maybe you should take a rest.” Lance said as Keith walked back in after his umpteenth nose-blowing break. Even thinking about how blue those tissues in the trash bin would be made him cringe.

“I’m fine, Lance.” Keith’s voice was noticeably much more congested than it was before despite constantly trying to clear his nose, and he looked slightly paler than usual. That probably was not a good sign.

“We will fight once more with the training bots, and that’s the end of training, alright? I think all of us needs a rest, especially Keith.” Shiro made a decision. Keith had actually wanted to retaliate and persuade Shiro not to end training early because of him, but found that he did not have sufficient energy to do so.

The room was spinning, wait no, Keith’s head was spinning. The training bot that targeted him looked like it was spinning. Keith would usually face a bot of that level head-on with no problem, but he was so tired that even running away from it and dodging its attacks were difficult. He couldn’t breathe no matter how hard he tried to, and his legs and arms were like long gummy worms attached to his body.

Keith fell to the floor, his gummy limbs giving up on him. His vision blurred and could barely hear Coran, Allura and the paladins shouting his name as they ran towards him.

“End..training….sequence…” he managed to croak as he lost consciousness.

—

“Seems like his human side does not know how to counter the foreign illness, and his Galra side is too weak to fight back.” Coran said, coming out of the castle infirmary looking like a surgeon with his blue scrub and mask, which would have been funny if not for the fact that Keith was still unconscious.

“Then what do we do now?” Shiro asked. The other paladins nodded, all having the same question.

“I’m going to give him an injection of some Altean ‘antibiotic’ you humans would call. It will help him fight the disease since he can’t do it himself.” Coran explained.

“It would probably take him about three days of complete bed rest to recover fully, and in order to keep his condition in check, he will be in the infirmary with Coran until he recovers.” Allura continued.

“Alright.” Shiro responded, “Team, I guess we deserve a break for the rest of today. We’re all tired. We don’t want to end up sick like Keith, do we?” He gave the paladins each a pat on their backs as he sent them to their rooms.

“Make sure to update us if Keith wakes up or if his condition gets worse or anything!” Lance turned around and shouted across the hallway. Coran flashed him a thumbs-up in acknowledgement.

The other paladins each took turns going into the infirmary to check up on Keith’s recovery for the rest of the day, and each time Coran made them put on surgical masks to prevent them from contracting the disease as extra protection even though pure humans were immune to such illnesses. Unfortunately, Keith had not awakened for the rest of the day, and his condition on the Altean monitor had not gotten better at all despite the injection.

Thankfully, the paladins woke up to the good news that Keith’s body had started to cooperate with the antibiotic to fight the illness. He also had regained consciousness later in the afternoon, and all the paladins were allowed into the infirmary to have a short chat with him.

“How ya feeling, buddy?” Shiro asked, sitting down on the chair next to the bed Keith was laying on.

“Like crap, but better than yesterday.” Keith said.

“You look a lot less pale than yesterday, god I thought you were dying.” Lance said dramatically. Keith smiled slightly at the comment.

The paladins stayed for a little more, chatting about their day, specifically Lance going on and on about how much mode difficult it was training with bots without Keith and how he almost died a few times. They wrapped up their visit and left the infirmary when they found Keith dozing off while Lance rambled on and on.

The next day, Keith was doing visibly better. He had more strength, a bigger apetite and he no longer was slipping in and out of consciousness. He was even able to have a nice friendly conversation with Allura when she came by in the morning without feeling drowsy. He was also able to concentrate on whatever the paladins were saying during their scheduled visit in the afternoon, and the paladins were pleased.

—

“There we go! Free of any illness!” Coran said after he had given Keith one last injection, which was the vaccine to prevent Keith from anymore potential opportunities for him to contract the illness again.

“Thank you Coran, and everyone else.” Keith said as he got out of the chair, holding a cotton pad against his injection area as instructed, eager to be able to leave the confines of the infirmary after being cooped up for three days.

“You’re welcome, Keith.” Coran smiled, “also, remember that you’re not allowed to do any vigorous training exercises until the end of this week. We don’t need you fainting around again.”

“Got it, Coran..” Keith groaned. Coran had been reminding him about it over and over again that entire morning and he was starting to get tired of it.

“Glad to have you back, buddy.” Pidge beamed.

“So, Keith, to the training deck?” Shiro smiled, putting his arm around Keith as he gave him two pats on his back.

“To the training deck.” Keith said, so excited to get back to business that he set off and walked faster towards the training deck than any of the other paladins.

#voltron legendary defender #keith #sick keith #sickfic #flu #space flu #whump prompts #my writings

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flaming-potato-arson · 7 years ago

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Cookie Crumbs, Singing, and Bad Dancing

So I entered the VLD Halloween Exchange (I never got anything but nm) and got @fumiikage. Here’s my entry from 2 ish weeks ago.

“We need to piss Iverson fucking off!”

“He did dare us to enter the talent show.” Hunk reminds Pidge, walking side by side to her in hallway. A laptop and what Keith thinks is a robot is pressed to her chest, a cord dangling by her knees. Shiro’s already tried to wrap it around her wrist but it came unwound anyway. He’s glancing over her shoulder to make sure it somehow doesn’t mysteriously grow an extra feet and trip the no-sleep genius. “Yeah,” Keith says, lifting and stretching his arm awkwardly so a girl can slip past him in the hallway. He tries not to hiss when his elbow hits the dorm wall when she’s past. “But he’s expecting us to do something crazy to win. We need to do the most classic, white thing ever. His favorite. And ruin it for him, so he’ll never forget the time we showed him up when he sees it. Really throw him for a loop and get his blood boiling.”

“White thing” Allura repeats to herself, tucking her face into her scarf a little more. She shifts closer to Shiro unconsciously.

Outside, it’s mid-winter and snow decorates half the city like frosting on a lumpy cupcake. December break is a week and a half away, and he’s ready to escape the Garrison's dorms for as long as possible. For a prestigious high school, this place was bat shit insane most the time.

(He couldn’t deny he liked it.)

“Iverson has been playing Christmas music non-stop in class. Singing Christmas songs is white-person-y” Pidge trails off, biting her thumb. “We need someone who can sing.“ She snaps her head up, light reflecting off her glasses haphazardly. Keith feels his shoulders jump, but he ignores it to catch Pidge’s rant as they walk through the hall to Lance’s dorm. The one he shared with Keith and Hunk.

"-Iverson is a dick, as we all know, so of course he plays the oldest, catchy Christmas ear-worms...Jingle Bells isn't good enough, Carol of the Bells is too old-fashioned to ruin it, Hark the Harold Angel Sings needs a damn chipmunk to hit those notes" she snaps, nearly dropping her robot. "All I Want for Christmas is You is his favorite. He played it for an hour and a half straight, I kid you not. I can still hear it in my ears. The whole class probably can. Let's wreck it."

"Alright, so we've picked the song. Now we just need somebody to sing it." Keith nods, recalling the cheery music and screams he had heard passing Iverson's class one day. "Knowing Iverson, they'll have to sing it perfectly. Otherwise, he'll find a way to criticize it." Shiro pointed out, turning the corner behind Pidge. "So, we just need someone with the voice of an angel." Allura snorts. "Plenty of those here, in an academic and sports based boarding school." Hunk adds, stopping in front the door to his, Keith's, and Lance's dorm. "Maybe Lance will know someone?" Allura sounds hopeful. Hunk's silver key slots in the key hole with a quiet click. "Who doesn't he know?" Pidge asks, tossing a look over her shoulder. Hunk twists the key and the knob. "We'll just have to look around and hope for the best."

Two things waft out of the open door: the warm smell of peanut butter cookies baking. They aren't Hunk's, but warm cookies always remind Keith of late nights sitting cross legged in front of the stove with a younger Shiro, watching round circles of dough bake. The tile floor would be warmed by the dingy stove in front of them, and they'd guess which ones would end up burnt. It was usually most of them.

And the voice of a literal angel.

If he was a sinner, this voice would be the thing that made him repent.

It's gorgeously high and low, clear and in tune with the song. Each syllable is strong, concise, and obviously practiced. It was the voice of an angel rehearsing. It was beautiful. It was-

"-every mistletoe, until I know it's true love, he thinks of, so next Christmas, I'm not all alone boy- "

Singing a pop song.

"Santa, tell me, if you're really there-"

Keith slowly steps inside, clutching his messenger bag in his hand so it doesn't bang off his hip and hit the wall. Edging inside, he beckons two crooked fingers at the team of Verified Organisms Looking To Rage On Nit-Pickers (they didn't count the p because of the hyphen) to inch inside with him. Cautious breath sharpens his focus. Carefully, he peers into the kitchen.

A tacky radio plays out the song on the countertop. The window is closed, grey curtains leaving the lights to electrically brighten the room. A tall, young woman twists the dials on the stove, long, light brown hair trailing neatly down the slope of her back. "Santa tell me, if he really cares-" Scattered dirty mixing bowls and a mess of cookie cutters and leftover cookies dough are placed around a smiling, red-faced toddler. He laughs, grabbing at the long, tan fingers playing with him, combing his hair or tugging his clothes. The hands lead up to skinny arms with lean muscle, which curve inward to broad shoulders and sharp collarbones above a solid chest and narrowed waist. Rocking heels sway long legs and hips.

"-someone to hold, be my fire in the cold-"

All of that (glorious body) was under a smooth neck and narrow chin. Soft lips sing out the next line.

"-Or if it's true love, that he thinks of, -”

Lips he's seen before.

(Okay, fantasized.)

That glorious voice, is coming from Lance.

Lance fucking McClain, the memeiest of VOLTRON and target of Iverson.

Hell yes.

“Lance! You can sing?" Pidge screeches. Two reactions whip through Lance. His left arm is a literal blur as he smacks the radio off the counter. Cradled in his right is his baby nephew. Surprise and concern (and a little bit of fear and something new) sharpen his face.

"You bet your life my brother can sing." The woman snorts, turning around from where she had bent to take out a sheet of cookies. "Our uncle was a chorus teacher and no way in this world was he going to leave his nephew tone deaf." She slips off the oven mitts and dusts off her hands. Her wide, demanding posture looked hilarious compared to Lance's awkward one. The toddler stretches out his arms from Lance's hold. His mom hauls her purse on her shoulder, throws the bowls in the sink, and takes the gurgling kid from Lance. "Name it, Lance can sing it. That's the last tray, I hope you won't eat all of them yourself, but that's always a hope. I've got to get home, love you little bro, don't forget to study!" A Confident Mom Whirlwind passes them in the hallway before the door in being closed with a bang.

"Hey, Lance. I've got a plan..."

"Oh God, oh God, that's a big crowd..."

Lance sways side to side in place, hand discreetly holding back part of the curtain. Loud, rambunctious teenagers and stoic teachers fill the seats. The Talent Show would start in 5 minutes, but Lance wasn't even going first. His fidgeting hands shouldn't be tugging at his jacket this early. That new, unusual emotion shouldn't be playing in his face. "Hey," Keith says. "Want to make fun of the other acts while we wait?" "What?" Lance asks, dropping the curtain back into place. The audience disappears behind it. His pink face is turned towards Keith and his arms are wrapped around his stomach.

"Well, see that girl on stilts?" Keith points to the girl in the 4 foot stilts and strange sheets. "Give me the craziest story for her.” "Ah" Lance bites the tip of his finger, clearly thinking, checks still light pink. (Holy shit- that is cute, get it together Kogane-) "Girl high on smoke from burning hotel room that was used by a drug dealer becomes stilt walker?" Keith snorts. "Sure. Now, what's his?"

"Now, Lance McClain, singing "All I Want for Christmas is You!"

This time, Lance's cheeks are starting to burn and Keith can clearly tell what that emotion from the first time he heard Lance sing was: embarrassment.

He steps on stage, pushing back the curtain, leaving the rest of VOLTRON in the shadowy wings of the stage

Even in jeans and a baseball tee, he's damn gorgeous, bright lights bringing out his beauty.

He stands. Brings the mic to his lips.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas..."

(The note hangs in the air and Lance's cheeks are on fire.)

Except Keith.

Impulsively, he jumps out on to the stage, ratty flannel on his hips and beanie smooshing his hair. He's even surprising himself. The audience stares at him in shock, most having jumped back from the bang he made. Lance looks back over his shoulder.

Keith starts interpretively dancing.

Putting on a sassy face, he wags his finger.

Oh God, what am I doing?

There's a few giggles from the audience. But more importantly, the thing that convinces him to stay of this damn stage and make a fool of himself, is Lance's reassured smile.

"There is just one thing I need,"

He sticks up a finger and holds his hand close to his heart, sweet grin on his face.

"I don't care about the presents..."

Keith walks across the stage briskly, dismissively waving his hand.

He stops and folds himself into a box, crouching down.

"Underneath the Christmas tree..."

He springs back animatedly and hangs his arms over the spot he was in, mimicking branches.

"I don't need to hang my stocking, There upon the fireplace..."

Spinning around, he pushes a tack into the air before frowning at it.

"Santa Claus won't make me happy..."

Keith crosses his arms and huffs.

"With a toy on Christmas Day!”

With loud, heavy thumps he clomps across the stage like a Nutcracker.Â

"I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

(God, that was true)

Keith points out to the crowd, then pokes the top of his head.

"Make my wish come true, All I want for Christmas is you, You baby!"

First, he clasps his hands together and turns to them imaginary sky. And then, he points to the crowd and makes incredibly awkward rocking motions.

"Oh, I won't ask for much this Christmas..,"

He crosses his arms as an x.

"I won't even wish for snow...."

This is where he takes the awkwardness of dancing horribly on stage to a new level. He shakes his head, and then proceeds to wiggle his fingers while dragging them down through the air

"And I'm just gonna keep on waiting...."

A giant clock motion that involves both his arms.

"Underneath the mistletoe!"

Pinching his fingers, Keith shakes them over his head, stepping closer to Lance

"I won't make a list and send it , To the North Pole for Saint Nick....”

He scribbles quickly and slices his hand out, like he was throwing a playing card

"I won't even stay awake to, Hear those magic reindeer click!"

More wagging fingers and snapping.

"Cause I just want you here tonight

Holding on to me so tight...."

Keith wraps his arms around himself and takes big, wide, spinning steps

" What more can I do?

He throws up his arms and gives the crowd a what-can-you-do-about-it face. "Baby all I want for Christmas is you! You you you baby!"

More crazed pointing and irregular rocking.

"And everyone is singing, I hear those sleigh bells ringing!”

He shakes his fists and cups his ear. "Santa won't you bring me the one I really need? Won't you please bring my baby to me?"

He sways to the song, making a fist and pulling it down to his heart.

"Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas, This is all I'm asking for...."

The notes are slowing down, Lance's voice really being tested. It was sweet and slow and perfect, and Keith would've given anything to bask in it longer.

"I just want to see my baby...

Honestly shady, he points two fingers to his eyes then flicks them out at the crowd. Then, more aggressive rocking motions.

"Standing right outside my door...."

He draws a doorframe with his hands and steps through.

"Oh I just want you for my own, More than you could ever know..."

Keith sways over to Lance, and drapes himself over his back, putting a finger to Lance's temple. "Make my wish come true...."

It's been a long, impulsive night for Keith. And with a blinding smile from Lance and warm, soft skin beneath him, Keith literally could not make the wrong choice in his eyes.

He leans around and kisses Lance square on the mouth.

After the pause, Lance pulls back, face redder than ever.

"Oh, baby all I want for Christmas is you ,yo-ou baby." The voice crack does not go unnoticed.

The crowd hoots and hollers. Wolf whistles fill the room.

Twisting Lance to face him better, Keith pulls him down to his lips. The crowd's screaming, cheering, going utterly completely wild, but their energy couldn't match the feelings in their kiss. Lance winds an arm between them, the other holding the mic, and grips the hair at the back of his neck. Keith is slowly putting his back to the crowd, shifting for a better position but too caught up in the now to move quickly. Hot, pliable lips push back against his and trust and passion charge his motions. He responds desperately to Lance, the first sweet caramel taste just a temptation for the thirst in him.

The noise Lance makes when he bites Lance's lower lip gets caught in the mic.

And now they're both red, panting. Hurriedly, Lance shoves the mic in the announcer's hand and grabs Keith, sprinting backstage, away from the screaming.

They make out in a dark corner until they hear the announcer's slightly confused voice.

"And the winners are.... Klance? What?

Breaking their lip lock, Lance gasps for air and pulls back, gulping air deeply like it'll glue his composure together. "C'mon, we won." He smirks, quickly fixing Keith to look as presentable as possible before pulling him off the wooden block. Lance forgets to straighten his clothes.

The masses start their trademark unholy screeching.

#klance #voltron #Pidge is backstage laughing her ass off #Hunk is cheering with the crowd #Allura is smiling #Shiro is just fondly annoyed #Keith does not want to stop making out dammit lance #Lance is being a little responsible #Coran is the wacky teacher and is throwing out Klance tee shirts at this point #Iverson is PISSED #Gays Space Partners #This is like 6 pages long rip #not langst #roughly 2415 words #talent show

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sp4c3-0ddity · 7 years ago

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if you still do the meme thing ♛ for plance please

things this has: fluff, humor (or, i try anyway), and bizarre worldbuilding (but the dessert is somewhat based on a real dessert that i have very Mixed Feelings about). anyway, i hope you like it!!

Sharing a dessert

Except for an odd utensil thatlooked like a cross between a spoon and a knife, Yudenans ate with their hands.

Which was fine for the appetizerand main course, which were both dry enough and relied heavily on bread, butwhen a tiny dessert plate with a pretty pastry was placed in front of Pidge,she started regretting all of her life choices as soon as she saw the syrupdripping from the edge.

“Pastry” might not be the bestword to describe the dessert. It actually looked more like a few rolls ofJell-o but thicker and firmer, stuffed with something like cream or a thin,milky cheese, and topped with red slices of a fruit preserve and drenched insweet, sticky syrup.

Not that Pidge knew for sure itwas sweet, exactly, because she spent more time staring at it suspiciously thanon tasting it, tapping the edge of the plate with the spoon-knife and wonderingwhy Allura couldn’t be moved when she asked if she would be more useful at theCastle rather than playing diplomat on a planet whose name she could barelyremember.

At least all their attendance wasmandatory, though even Keith made a better show of looking interested thanPidge did, stabbing into each roll as best as he could with a knife that wasalso a spoon.

(Earlier she spotted Shiro grabbinghis wrist and keeping him from pulling out his Marmora Blade. Utilitarian,sure, but a Galra blade out during dinner would be difficult to explain totheir hosts.)

Pidge sat between Hunk and Lance.Of course, Hunk relished any opportunity to try new food and possibly recreateit with a twist later, so she was not at all surprised at how relaxed he lookeddespite the formal dining setting, smiling as he ate.

Lance didn’t look as wound up asshe felt either; he loved attention and laughed and spoke and listened at allthe right moments. And though he didn’t seem to be enjoying his food as much asHunk did, he seemed to have figured out a way to use the strange utensil.

Pidge stared at it again,wondering what sort of societal evolution would’ve had the Yudenans inventsomething like it. On one side it was curved and concave like a spoon, but onthe other it flattened and was sharp like a knife. As a soup spoon it would beinsufficient, and it would be useless for chopping meat or vegetables, but forthe unusual dessert in front of her, it might be perfect.

Actually, if Pidge didn’t know anybetter, she would suspect the spoon-knife utensil was invented explicitly for this sort of dessert.

Necessity is the mother of invention, she thought wryly, amuseddespite how ridiculous it all was.

“Are you not going to eat that,Pidge?” Lance asked, interrupting her musing.

Pidge glanced at him, unsure if hewanted to finish her untouched dessert or if he was just worried (sometimes, itwas difficult for her to tell). But she nudged the plate towards him and said, “Youcan have it. I’m full.”

“You sure?” Lance said. He narrowedhis eyes at her, and Pidge flushed under his scrutiny. “It’s good; at least tryit?”

She looked between him and the sweet,then sliced the edge off one of the rolls with the knife edge of the utensiland used a fingertip to nudge the piece onto the spoon part. And she broughtthe spoon-knife to her lips and tasted it.

It wasn’t as sweet as Pidgeexpected; in fact, the syrup had a hint of something sour, like oranges. Butthe texture of the roll made her want to gag, since her teeth sunk deep intoit, but when she chewed, she couldn’t tear it apart. And the cream in thecenter tasted like sour milk, which made everything worse.

“You liar,” she hissed at Lance when she finally managed to swallow thefirst awful bite. She reached for her glass – not an intoxicant, since theYudenans genuinely avoided those on principle – and gulped the contents downuntil it was empty, at which point she started eyeing Lance’s half-full glass.

“What?” Lance said, blinking ather in innocent confusion. (It was alla trick though.)

“It’s chewy,” Pidge complained. She reached up and rubbed her teeth, asif she could wipe the lingering feeling of the food away like that. “And it’s not sweetat all.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “You justcan’t appreciate good food.”

“Please,” Pidge said, nudging the partly severed roll with hereating utensil, “this tastes like a cross between a sour gummy worm dipped ingelatin dipped in orange glaze dipped in spoiled milk.” She crossed her arms. “Thebest I can say about it is that at least the milk it was dipped in isn’t chunky yet. Also,” she addedcontemplatively, prodding the red fruit preserves arranged artfully on top ofthe rolls, “these aren’t too bad.”

Lance stared at her, dumbfounded,then laughed. “God, Pidge, that was the most colorful description of food I’veever heard,” he said, “and I’ve been friends with Hunk for years.”

“Hey,” Hunk finally interjected, “maybeI like sour gummy worms crossed with gelatin and dipped in orange glaze?”

Pidge looked at Lance, andtogether they turned to Hunk. “Even you can’t improve on this,” she said.

“True,” Hunk agreed, but he smiledimpishly. “But that’s because it’s perfect as it is.”

Pidge rolled her eyes at Lance,who grinned at her. “So you want to finish my dessert?”

“When you have a perfectly goodHunk right there?” Lance retorted with a nod towards him.

“Hey, don’t mind me,” Hunk said. “Thisis obviously a romantic question, and I’d rather not be on the receiving end ofLance’s jealousy.”

Pidge snorted into the crook ofher elbow while Lance screeched, “Hey!”

Pidge shushed him with an elbow tothe ribs, suddenly conscious that they were surrounded by people and thatPrincess Allura was throwing them a dirty look from over Shiro’s head. She smiledapologetically – and hopefully innocently– at her and told Lance, “Take the rest of my dessert, hon.”

“You got it, babe,” Lance replied.

When she pushed the plate backtowards her, he started in on the remaining rolls, but then she noticed him deconstructing them by picking the fruitpreserves off and moving them to the edge of the dish.

“What’re you doing?”

“I didn’t really like this redstuff,” Lance said with a dismissive wave of his free hand.

“Sure you didn’t,” Pidge said, pointedlyeyeing his very empty dessert plate.

Lance shrugged and ate. “Okay,fine,” he said with his mouth full. After he swallowed, he faced Pidge properlyand said, “You told me they weren’t toobad so you’re eating them.”

“No thanks,” Pidge said. Shecrossed her arms and looked away.

“You know,” Lance said airily, “Alluradid warn us that the Yudenans takeany food left behind as an insult.”

“Then you eat them.”

“What if I’m full now?”

“Oh, you’re full of something, allright.” Pidge leaned towards him, close enough she could catch a whiff of hiscologne – a much nicer scent than the burning candles arranged around thedining hall gave off – and said, “If you don’t eat them, I will give them toHunk.”

Lance narrowed his eyes at her. “Youwouldn’t dare.”

Pidge smirked at him. “I’m theGreen Paladin. I would dare anything.”

“If you don’t eat them,” said Lance, “I will drop them down the back ofyour dress.”

Pidge opened her mouth to retort,to call him on his bluff, but from the smirk that slowly curled his lips, sheknew she couldn’t. “Fine,” she grumbled, taking up the spoon-knife again andnudging red fruit preserves onto the spoon part. “You win.” Quieter, she added,“Asshole.”

“But you’re the one who likes me,”Lance shot back smugly, “so who’s the realasshole here?”

Pidge snorted. “That just makes mesomething of an idiot.” She spooned the preserves into her mouth with a sigh;they actually did taste good, the oneedible part of an otherwise unappealing dessert.

Lance made quick work of all thatshe left of her dessert, and Pidge, tired after a long evening of moresocializing than she was accustomed to, leaned into his side as the Yudenans’prime minister stood to make a speech about…something related to the VoltronCoalition (she might’ve dozed off for part of it).

Afterwards, when Pidge felt morealert and less confined, she told Lance, “I might’ve liked it more if it wasactually sweet. What kind of dessertisn’t sweet?”

Lance wrapped his arms around herwaist from behind, his face right next to hers and so close she couldpractically feel his smirk. “Maybethey thought you were plenty sweet enough without sugar, Pidge.”

Pidge fought a blush in vain asshe shoved his face away.

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